I don’t want to be looked at by your preconceived eyes..

I want to be seen by x-ray vision for who I am, bones and soul.

I don’t want to just be heard as my words dissipate from one ear to another..

I want to be listened to with unfiltered ear drums..

I don’t want to always chat about the humdrum..

I want to conversate on varying deep levels

I don’t want to be liked because I’m the “disabled girl” and social convention dictates you feel sympathetic..

I want genuineness surrounding my atmosphere, authentic people in my squad.

I don’t want a love that charms to gain my trust before deceivingly detonating my heart..

I want to be his Everything, a true love that will protect the scars engraved in my heart and mind.

I don’t want to allow my anxieties and insecurities to overwhelm..

I want to own them.

I don’t want to just simply breathe..

I want to live, to be a part of this infinite world.

“I don’t see you like I should, you look so misunderstood. I wish that I could help, but it’s hard when I hate myself…” -NF

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