Rules & Regulations

#1

i’m sick of rules

the rules i made to hold myself

still and silent

#2

Docile Daughter DISGUSTING

i hate it

i hate it

#3

hurts it hurts my back hurts my neck is sore

i know i am free

i am free i am free i am free

but i feel like

#4

clipped wings

#5

i live in a glass box

can only enter and exit with someone

why don’t i feel free

#6

how do i live how

do i live? am i supposed to? i am

how

#7

fuck this

#8

fuck answers and questions

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

#9

i need help

#10

the help only i can give myself

#11

fuck fuck fuck

#12

i keep shifting my stories to theirs

since when?

once i became more than a loose pile of memories

pieced together glass shards

#13

made myself into a mirror

no—a window

#14

i just don’t want to be an object.

#15

a human is an object

?? a noun

a noun

i am a noun

a proper noun? no.

#16

what makes something a scar?

it has to be healed

or it’s just an open wound

#17

a scar a scar a scar a scar a scar scar scar

#18

they are scars scars

not open wounds

#19

scars

#20

mama and daddy do

not control me

they do

not own me

i am not them

i am not there

#21

i’m starving

to feed myself—be nourished

digest my own story

my my my my

my story

where is it?

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