Fix It

I was set, a top upon the world to carve my uneven line. I was placed in a family. I was given a home, but I was destined to be other. I was strange. I was dark. I was something to be fixed. I wish you hadn’t… tried to fix me. I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t weird. I was my own and you made me ashamed. I was aware. I understood. I saw. But you tried to protect me, you thought I was too young. Too young to be thinking of such things. Too young to be so troubled. So, I faked it. I pretended. I imagined. I gave myself to a life of appeasement. I stifled it all to make you comfortable. I stifled it all to fit in. But I can’t fit in anymore. Now, on the other side, I don’t fit in anywhere. I am lost.