swtsuca
My soul is raw and bleeds before you. My anguish and exhaustion saturate my mind like the wetness pouring from the fresh razor slits in my face that were once eyes. My integrity is the only thing that keeps the rage from consuming my soul as I refuse to give in and let you break me and beat me into what you want.
I will not conform to your wishes nor will I let you control my future. I have chosen my destiny and you cannot interfere with my fate. I am solid and you will never crush me. I will not crumble under your hand. My emotions surge through my veins like the pulsating heat that passes between us in our words, scalded before being spit out.
There is a breaking point of every person. A point at which they can endure no further and their minds and bodies have been pressed beyond their capacity to function as a whole. They become broken because they let the abuse and mistreatment of their minds consume them. You will never know my limits. You will never push me close enough to them for me to give up hope or the drive I have to survive you.
I have shifted my focus from pleasing you, and then from displeasing you to pleasing myself and I have found this to be far richer. It is more rewarding for me to acknowledge my own endeavors and to praise myself for them then to strive for something you want me to be. I would rather feel pain and great satisfaction than to follow like a lamb or crouch to fit the cast you have made for me.
The only space one lives in is their own mind. The privacy of my properties and physical self can be explored to your liking by my own true self will never be fully known to you. The tiger does not hate his capturer but only desires to escape. My calling lies among the satisfaction of what is real to my mind, and my own perception of true happiness.
I will not conform to your wishes nor will I let you control my future. I have chosen my destiny and you cannot interfere with my fate. I am solid and you will never crush me. I will not crumble under your hand. My emotions surge through my veins like the pulsating heat that passes between us in our words, scalded before being spit out.
There is a breaking point of every person. A point at which they can endure no further and their minds and bodies have been pressed beyond their capacity to function as a whole. They become broken because they let the abuse and mistreatment of their minds consume them. You will never know my limits. You will never push me close enough to them for me to give up hope or the drive I have to survive you.
I have shifted my focus from pleasing you, and then from displeasing you to pleasing myself and I have found this to be far richer. It is more rewarding for me to acknowledge my own endeavors and to praise myself for them then to strive for something you want me to be. I would rather feel pain and great satisfaction than to follow like a lamb or crouch to fit the cast you have made for me.
The only space one lives in is their own mind. The privacy of my properties and physical self can be explored to your liking by my own true self will never be fully known to you. The tiger does not hate his capturer but only desires to escape. My calling lies among the satisfaction of what is real to my mind, and my own perception of true happiness.