Crooked Assumptions of Distorted Norms
You tell me I haven't grown up yet.
But did I not stop my parents from fighting when I was just 12?
Did I not hug myself to sleep when all I needed was a mother's lullaby?
You tell me I am yet to know the world.
How come I play it safe now? Why can I filter out liars from a bunch of pretentious fit ins? Why do I already know that in order to survive you need to hide yourself in a closet and put on a new skin?
You tell me I am yet to discover things.
What more lies beneath the fact that the world is dying and there's nothing to change apart from it's constant policy to redeem one's mistake with another in order to survive?
You tell me I am still young
But I feel like my 40year old mind is trapped in a 22 year old body, screaming at me to not take risks? For me to a...