We set standards and morals to live by, reflections of who we are and how we wish to be treated. They shape us — and to break or alter them would change us forever. We build barriers and form opinions that guide us, yet sometimes restrict us. They protect us and those we care about. But to break them would change how we are seen. We set goals and milestones to reach toward a better future, to find purpose, to grow and progress together. And to abandon them would forever change life's course.

I 'm angry. I cant shake this feeling of pain that's too late to escape and if I could where would I go? Nothing shows promise or sanctuary, just some note wrote by a man who lost his way, with nothing real to say yet I stay. Dragging and adding fucked up days to my mind state that cant be erased and doesn't go away. Shame, lingering in the depths of a kept secret, ambition lost to a facetious thought and from what were taught, whether we like it or not...believe it. For fantasy turned reality left begind. Sold to and broke through in time...time-changing, exchanging and still there's this power struggle that so many seem to process like their relationship on this earth is so much better than another's position. Considering the facts that are not at all precise, they entice the minds of the weak, condemning a good portion of the population and feeding upon their lost dreams. And it seems as though our blind sight has expanded overtaking our vision. This explosion in our recreation has left the kind hearted naughty, a good mans work copied...thanks for that deceit. Clustered and overwhelmed by society false led dirty got lost, caught up in all the hate. The light went dark years ago for our minds to overload, unload, deploy as you will. Objection leading to rejection but why be rejected of your opinion and freedom of speech. These two eyes haven't seen everything but enough to know life can be repetitious , if that's what you choose to believe. You must see for yourself, become in depth with your being, believing isn't always seeing, it's YOUR call to explore who you are and only yourself can be the judge of that so don't judge me. Simply live freely

Liquid gold slithering across puffs of kernels sliding effortlessly like an eel through waters I feel the heat as I breathe your aroma I'm bland without you I pour out your golden goodness your smooth satisfaction your sleek seductiveness glides across my pancakes and toast and I wait as the coffee roast I even pour you like a fountain of gold and watch you dance like a ballerina flowing twisting gliding across my mountain of mashed potatoes I'll let you have your way then the gravy sometimes you lay lavishly across the peaks then pace yourself as you run down like a marathoner You know I want you finally I indulge myself in your creamy goodness devouring cakes and pies you're right there inside Yes, it's my liquid sunlight your smoothness your brightness I need you I want you with you in my world everything taste just right

Please Don't Call Me Difficult. This poem is about a child with PDA! (Pathological Demand Avoidance - Autism) — They say I won’t before I’ve tried. They say I could if only I would. But wanting and doing are not the same inside. I want so badly it hurts. To get it right, to make you proud, to be easy to love. Then the fear arrives. Loud. Uninvited. Certain. Fear that if I fail, you’ll sigh that familiar sigh. Fear that trying will prove I am the problem. So my body says no even when my heart is screaming yes. Please understand — this isn’t defiance. It’s survival. A nervous system ringing alarms where others hear encouragement I’m not avoiding effort I’m protecting hope. Because if I don’t try, I can still believe I might succeed. If you sit with me in the stuck, if you don’t measure me by speed or obedience, something loosens. And one day, quietly, without being told to, I will reach out and try. Not because I was forced, but because I felt safe enough to risk failing and still be held. ❤️

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