I find the silence comforting. It speaks to me in a way that only I can hear and what it has to say is beautiful.
I’ve noticed that I again have been labeled as the monster. The one who causes the pain when all I’ve done it what’s best for me, but perhaps that is because they don’t really know me the way they thought they did.
After spending countless hours trying to explain there no longer seems any point, my words are lost on the wind.
The chain placed around my neck weighs nothing compared to the burden I have on my back, I’m sure the extra weight won’t make that much of a difference, after all… If I cannot stand I can only fall to my knees and be crushed by it all, but regardless I will stay the course until I can once again feel free.
Like the creation of Frankenstein, i will always be the monster.