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.