Who do you want me to be? 

Black white, either way your words stain my soul, leaving marks that condemn me to never being more than [redacted] 

Because of your judgement, I will never grow to be more than what you see in me.

We make assumptions about others, based on their style. Based on who they look up to, based on what you’ve seen before.

I’m furious.

Furious that you will never see more in me because you are too dimwitted to know that there are others that can be unique.

Stuck in the loop wishing--wanting for something to be different, but when the time comes, you’re unprepared. 

"You are. What you fear. In me." 

Getting told no for so long, getting the edges erased from existence the creative freedom of being (or not being) because you think you have the right to tell me what makes me me. 

Heavensinzz. 

Hatepilled.

Baddog.

Goremutt.

Heaven. 

For I’ve been told no for far too long, you are—Not my responsibility.

Keep living in the shelled world and idolizing the humans around you, the humans that do no good beyond pretty privilege.

The ones that are so shelled out that you may look but never touch 

“Yes I am pretty and because you are not you will never be able to compare to me”

"What makes me different is my beauty, and you will always be a fan and you will always just copy me because you are not beautiful and that makes you UNORIGINAL"

Or the humans that can do no evil because they can hide away from the world, better than most. 

We see you, I see you.

I see what monsters you hide in the closet, what keeps you up at night, yet somehow. Calling someone out is worse than talking to kids while tucked between your sheets in the dead of night. 

Yet instead of speaking up for the underdogs that these humans run over, instead you fight with them. You call them traitors, you say they stain the community with unoriginality and unpleasant features. 

You cannot handle different, you cannot handle diversity. But it’s the same people that SCREAM this place is boring and old. 

You sit and compare me to one another and spit lies through your teeth. Saying I will never be more than what I am, and I will never learn to be credible, because you cannot face that I speak for the underdogs.

While this will never be a fair fight I will bite and claw my way into existence and you will know. 

I’m not your bitch.