Where Do I Belong

 

Alternate worlds                                

Alternate timelines
Places where I could be happy
Where I was always happy
Where being who I want to be
Does not have to be a struggle
Why can't I live there
Why wasn't I born there
Was I made simply to suffer

To never truly be free

Free from the Darkness

The thoughts that consume me

They tell me I can never be her

They say she is too far away

They say stop fighting

Give up

Give in

DIE

But they lie

I see through them

She is right here with me

She has always been

We are one

Maybe our life is not perfect

Maybe it's not what I wanted

But it's mine

It's ours

And we will keep fighting

If this world will not

Make room for me

Then I will make

Room for myself

We will fight for every inch

And relent not one

Perhaps this world

Was not built for me

Then I must work

To build my own space

Alternate worlds

Alternate timelines

They are not ready for me

(Sometimes i think about other versions of me, that could have been born differently, and had a different life and I get sad about it. Ultimately though you have to accept the circumstances of your birth and fight for what you know is true. Thus we get poetry)