From A Tired Teen.

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We all have this drive,

This obsessive need to remain hidden,

Yet we want to remain in the glaring view of the public,

We like being seen,

But we never want anyone to see us,

We like being heard,

Never listed to.

We hide behind usernames,

And twitter handles

Because that is the only time, we get to be ourselves.

When nobody can see us.

When nobody can judge us.

Its not that we are not proud of who we are,

Or the opinions that we possess,

It just,

More often than not we are told that our opinions are wrong,

Our very nature is wrong.

Society dictated that difference is a bad thing,

It prompted us into hiding,

Forced us into closets of self-loathing,

Imprisoned us in our minds,

Gave us unrealistic standards,

Pushed us into a mould,

Fabricated legislation and moral rules to beat us back in

If ever we got the courage to step out,

And to those that tried hardest to resist,

We were ostracised,

Rights stripped away,

Our voices were silenced at every turn,

But when the noise would stop

We were beaten,

Bruised,

The scars run so deep, you could see them in the dark,

Have you ever tried looking at a broken soul?

Its not a pretty site.

The pain of the whip hits different when its meant to be a judgment on who you are.

So, our shout turned to ink,

Paper became our refugee,

Our emotions became nothing more than beautifully crafted words that world takes for granted,

We made a home in our despair,

As language became our heir,

All the while screaming that the world wasn’t fair,

And it isn’t.

The world taught us that black ain’t beauty,

That walking through the streets as a girl is an extreme sport,

That love is not love unless it is heterosexual,

It taught us to be ourselves,

while all the will

it was grooming us to become slaves to it will.

The world sucks,

Society is fucked,

And we have bred a generation of fake smiles and broken hearts

A world where hating yourself is normal.

We made a home in our despair,

As language became our heir,

All the while screaming that the world wasn’t fair,

It isn’t.

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