The greatest misery of my life
is sadly, also the greatest blunder done
by some people in my life.
That is, my brain wasn't given the room to develop
like a normal individual.
It does everything at two extremes,
it either over-loves or hates someone,
it either overthinks or doesn't give it headspace at all,
it either trusts completely or doesn't trust at all,
it is either secure or always has it's guard up.
Sometimes I imagine what it would feel like,
to live in the head of someone who got the opportunity to develop normally.
Wouldn't their mind be an enchanting garden,
while mine is a mysterious forest?
My forest feels like
the thorns wrapping around me
just like canines waiting to tear me into mere flesh and bones.
The trees seem to close in,
cutting out the light, making me feel claustrophobic.
While their garden is
enchanting and glows with other worldly light,
the trees and flowers seeming to dance.
Rocks of various sizes covered in soft, fuzzy, green moss.
Everything serene, magical and alluring.
Isn't this a bit unfair?