Turning Point

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I am not stupid.
But I’m possibly naive.
to believe the whispers that I’ve been fed throughout my life.
I am not stupid
But I am a bit naive
to call their words anything but lies, to call this life anything but fake.
I don’t think I’m stupid.
But I am positively naive.
For keeping the eye fold on and following the rules with blind trust.
Maybe I’m not that bright
Because half way through living I found myself lost, and it took me a minute to realize that I’ve never wandered, I’ve just been misguided.
Subconsciously following the paths that they’ve paved not with cement but with half truths.
Okay, I am most definitely fuckin’ naive.
to call this repetitive motion of intake and out take of breath a life, to believe that this box that they’ve put me in was for my own protection.
Actually I am stupid
for not asking what it was protecting me from? for not wondering what laid beyond the walls of my confinement, my so-called home.
No, I’m not stupid I’m much more than that, I fuckin’ define stupidity.
cause it took me long enough to figure out that I am depressed, and oppressed, that I’m living inside a snow globe, except it never snows
The only things that the winds blows in are disappointment and dust.
waves of disgust
Reminding me that everything I used to live for, I can no longer trust.
I am caught inside a shallow world, looking outside to a world filled with possibilities and opportunities that I was not given and lives that I’m not living.
So here’s what I think, I think my turning point lies on the other side of this glass prison.
But if you believe otherwise sprinkle some fake snow, cover me with plastic and call me a doll
cause if I don’t get to leave I might as well have never lived at all.