There is a constant ache in my chest, A heaviness, like some burden I am carrying, which I can’t shake.
It seems like to me that it is a burden of being different, being me.
It seems like it would not have been there, if I was normal, obedient and wanted what is the norm and the trend set in.
The most dreadful of all,
It might very well be the burden of not knowing what I want and, if I even want something.