It's incredible

How we take the seatbelt for granted

That guards us and tries to save us from dangers

Before we face them

A mask

A protector from those things that will scar

And leave terribly unforgettable memories

That you can't make go away

No matter how hard you may try

But today I have no seatbelt

And I've realized I feel

Vulnerable

My skin is raw

And any touch of it will make me cringe

I've realized I needed that seatbelt

To feel safe

And now anyone could hurt me

But I'm free

And I'm not sure what I'd rather have

Knowledge and freedom

Or innocence

I believe in the freedom of self-expression

In the shamelessness of showing love

In the outwardness of saying our opinions

In the opposite of hiding

But I'm still scared

And how can I believe in something I cannot do

Too rough

Too deep

Too manly

For a girl

Not serious enough

When it needs to be

Too serious

When it shouldn't be

A laugh

That came from within

Before the many years of friendship

With too many friends with too many laughs

And now my laugh is no longer mine

It has been stolen

Forgotten

Replaced

And what of my narration

My attempt to sound as if I care

As if I know and understand

As if I want you to join my "campaign"

Too much I attempt to sound lighthearted

To sound excited

Or real

That instead everything only becomes worse

Fake

It is convoluted by my past

My voice is not my voice

But then again

I'm still trying to find it.

Do I wanna know?

Not today.

Don't stop me now. 

Thanks for the memories.

I write sins, not tragedies.

You need me, I don't need you.

Dead inside. Madness. Save me.

In the end, we don't belong.

Society has put up 

limits,

labels,

straight lines of utmost durability.

But why.

Why must we follow. 

Break the lines,

and set yourself free.