I fear the unknown, who doesn't?
The dress came with a free fur shrug.
I was reserving it for the occasion,
as any normal human being
as any normal human being
wanting to meet the basic needs of men?
Or do I brave to choose
THE REAL WORLD I LIVE IN
THE REAL WORLD I LIVE IN
and knowingly be able to meet the demands
despite the complex disorders?
To feel like a robot and to believe it will all end.
I smile, though I already bought my black gown
halter-type, satin ribbon-ed, fitted
in case it creeps back...
in case it creeps back...
I look at my lava lamp
and I fear it is coming soon.
What do I do now?
I fear to continue a normal life should be
and continue what needs to be done to
completely explore my world and needs of men?
Not fear and not mind,
to let people think I am abnormal,
diseased, disabled, unwell,
What are my choices here?
continue life like how people
and the norm dictates it?
I smell my death nears
should I choose that path;
while bullshitting people
whom I know I taught
courtesy, patience,
perseverance, respect,
faith, trust, and love...
the beauty of recollection,
reflection, and belief in oneself,
what family really is and
what parents are all about
and how we should be made of.
Maybe because some people
can't accept I know too much for my age
and that it's unbelievable,
so I get slapped back with it.
and embrace fear that it is part of life,
but I want to do things in the REAL WORLD I WANT TO LIVE IN.
Be brave. Live and let live. You are not dying. You are very well. Journey on...
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