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We chase misprinted lies
The constant gaslighting, fabricated stories and denial of reality.
We face the path of time
Time is a limited resource and we are hostages to it. We can only watch as our lives get worse and our youth slips through our fingers.
And yet I fight, and yet I fight
This battle all alone
Remember that each of us faces the agony, misery and frustrations of daily life alone. We are born alone. We die alone. There is no escaping this fact. We might embrace it and start enjoying our company then.
No one to cry to
No one is coming to our rescue. And even if we cry and vent to somebody out there, we may get mocked and exposed for holding the "wrong" views.
No place to call home
Easily the most relatable line. No place is truly our home. We are the excluded members of society, an inconvenient presence, swept under the rug, and ignored or mistreated for the heinous crime of being ugly and neurodivergent.
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
I can no longer find solace in my positive qualities because they are never going to outweigh the downsides of lacking physical beauty and neurotypicality. Our privacies are constantly monitored and disclosed on a forum like this where lurkers can read everything we post.
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
To put it simply, death is preferable to a life with no authenticity. How many changes in my personality and views are required before society treats me decently for once? In the end, there is no point sacrificing your identity to get something that others have easily without lifting a finger.
