They say your brain is broken, something that must be replaced. Every action is a symptom, every feeling a disgrace. Make sure you smile, always stay humble and kind. For if you frown they might worry, is this the slipping of the mind?
There’s an unbearable weight to being perfect, something that can’t even be attained. So why do we keep striving for perfection, and to keep ourselves contained?
Life is full of hurt, of sadness and despair. It’s also full of joy and light and love everywhere. I wish we left more space for every feeling, every thought. Imagine the freedom we would feel if we stopped telling ourselves what we should not.
Should not get angry, should not be stressed. Always be grateful, always act blessed. Life is not meant to be lived in such black and white. Sometimes life is hard, and I think that’s alright.
I don’t want to be perfect, I just want to feel. Maybe if trust myself, then I will truly start to heal. There’s a quiet rebellion every time I speak my mind. To be myself without fear of reprimand is the greatest gift I could give, no more living blind.
Words By Skye 
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