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- I Can’t Be Like Them
- My middle name is Agrona
- My mom says it means battle,
- My dad says it means slaughter.
- Both are right
- So why do they feel so wrong?
- My history classes teach me that individuality is a charity
- Something given to you without needing to earn it.
- But what if I want to earn it?!
- It is a fallacy!
- It has to be!
- How can I call my identity mine
- When it was something given to me?!
- How can I let the light of my soul shine,
- When it’s suffocating in the expectations of what they want to see?!
- I can’t spend my life killing monsters
- When the one I’m most afraid of is already inside
- And uses the job as another reason to hide!
- I can’t live a life of saving lives
- When I’m still fighting for the longevity of mine!
- I can’t be like them!
- I can’t dream of heroic fights
- Breath-taking sights
- When I’m always fighting to take my breath back
- Because anxiety has decided that it prefers the sleepless nights!
- I can’t have sleepless nights and cry
- Wondering why
- Even with the Grimm dead, I still feel like I’m going to die?
- I can’t draw my sword with every suspicious sound
- While constantly thinking about the day I might draw my sword when no one’s around.
- I could tell myself lies and socialise
- But the truth is that my heart is a small space to live in,
- And depression is the housemate who is critical about the company I’m keeping!
- It tells me I can’t be like them, so don’t even bother trying
- It tells me the only reason I awakened my Aura
- Is because it convinced my soul it was dying!
- It tells me not to forget about the monster underneath my bed
- Because even if I beat the one in my head
- There’s still the monster underneath my bed!
- And I will never know when it goes to sleep
- So I can’t.
- I’m constantly reminding myself that I’m still breathing
- So why do my parents look at me as if they’re grieving?
- It’s for the loss of the daughter they wanted
- And they start to wonder
- Why I can’t be like them, and grow up to be an experienced Hunter?
- They put a blade in my hand before I knew what it was for
- And years later I used that same blade to carve myself shallow
- Because the deeper ones would be harder to ignore
- But now it doesn’t matter either way because my Aura will heal it
- Look mom, not a mark on my body!
- She doesn’t know it’s because my soul knows how to conceal it
- But I still feel it
- Every single day
- I travel to so many places because I’m looking for a reason to stay!
- But I couldn’t stay
- Not at Beacon
- Not at home
- Not with a friend
- I’d rather be alone
- But I am not alone!
- Depression and anxiety are always there
- And even if I’m not all there upstairs
- I’m always downstairs
- Because the only bed I’m allowed to use in this house would be one of theirs.
- But I hate spending time with them
- They never eat
- And when I bring it up
- They just say they’d rather devour me
- Or themselves
- Or each other
- Under the cover
- I try my best not to cry
- When they tell me about all of the previous people who’ve lived with them
- Then mock me, because they want to know why I think I can’t be like them
- They laugh
- I’m the joke
- The setup
- The punchline
- And even the explanation to exclamations
- Because there are no questions other than the ones I don’t ask
- As I raise my parents’ flask and realise
- It was naïve to think I can’t be like them
- I picked it up the second they dropped it
- It didn’t even hit the floor
- But I did and that’s where my mind thinks I should stay
- I’m still downstairs trying to convince myself that I’m okay
- I draw my sword to a suspicious sound but no one’s around
- I think I’m finally alone
- Then I hear a key turning and realise…
- My housemates are home.
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