It's so easy to feel trapped inside your skin sometimes. Our bodies are where all social classifications begin (Male, female, black, white, indian). So it's like you come into this world with an identity ready made and tailored for you... the madness!!
words from the trappings : (wrote last night)
" I wouldn't find comfort in writing psychotic poems if I was comfortable with who the world tells me I am. There seems to be no space in this flesh of skin and bone for me to truly exist... perhaps that is why something inside of me has always wanted to attack. The want to harm myself for no reason at all is strange .... answers that only my body knows how to answer... teary eyed coz I know something is fighting a war against me but I don't know what it is"
Since happiness is worth fighting for in this life, I'll carry on in this journey... the road to self autonomy continues you can't compromise yourself for being something outside yourself anymore.... doesn't work!!
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