Society made a grave for me and told me to kill the person I was.
Every joke, every stereotype, everything expected of me was a hand gripped with dirt being thrown onto my casket
Nobody left flowers for the identity left in the coffin
A nameless grave stone, no description
Who was the person you buried?
You didn’t let the world find out
Little by little i will break the chains of expectations that hold me down
I have survived eighteen years buried under heavily constructed deception
I will escape the cemetery of well-kept secrets
I will not allow for myself to deteriorate and for all to be left,
A skeleton of what could’ve been
I will show the world what they tried to snuff out
I will guarantee they’ll regret it
Because trying to kill a single flame will only ignite a fire in me.
I am bright and yes I will burn
But after all, they say a Phoenix rises from the ashes
Society made a grave mistake and that will not be kept a secret.
About the Creator
Cassidy Kirk
I am a young freelance journalist who also enjoys creative writing as you can see from my work.
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