It’s crazy… I feel like more of an outcast in a community that I’m supposed to feel belonged in than I do as a human residing in the rest of the world.
Judgement is felt more amongst “my people” than it is from those who see me purchasing my Starbucks and shopping at Target.
I find myself more and more curious as to why that is…
Maybe it’s because I am a rebel.
The one who chooses to defy the statistics…the one who chooses to share my story in hopes of helping others rather than play the “victim” to gain free advancements.
Maybe it is because I live my life according to my own views rather than remain trapped inside ORs as the surgeon’s guinea pig because he knows what’s best.
Or, maybe it is mainly because I choose to find the silver lining at the end of a shitty day, knowing that tomorrow is a fresh start, rather than pull everyone into my shit storm so they’ll feel sorry for me.
So, if I don’t fit into “your world” then where do I fit in…where do I belong…
I fit into the smiles and laughter of my family and friends. I fit into the star studded universe where my Guardian Angel resides, watching over me. I fit into these bones of mine that are made up of molecules from my ancestors. I fit into the empty space inside of my future love’s heart.
I belong right here, amongst the sand, the ocean and this cotton candy sunset.
I am a rebel.
Jumpsuit, Jumpsuit cover me… -Twenty One Pilots
