2021 will be better, they said, 2021 things will get back to normal they said.
In reality nothing has changed everything is the same.
I just want to scream to shout, feeling like I’m in a bubble that just won’t pop.
Being told how I should feel, what I should think, how I should behave.
The truth is you don’t get to tell me how to feel, what to think how to act. You don’t get to because you don’t know what goes on in my brain how it works.
Yes I am able to do some things but that doesn’t mean I can do everything.
What I find so condescending is when people say “but you can…there is no such word has can’t, well have you just tried?”
Well no of corse not Karan… Dont you think I’ve not tried, has it ever crossed your mind that I’m tired, I no more fight left.
Then have people question my friendships because they don’t fit their norms, because they are LGBT, well I’ve news for you Ken they are worth 100 of you.
Then to say I’m less because of my disability, my own sexulity how I need to pull my finger out, how I should hide my disability it’s invisible anyway, how if I don’t tell any one no one will know, just shhhh.
Well, sorry to disappoint, sorry for not taking your advice, sorry for not allowing myself to be gaslit but you, for being stubborn.
I hadn’t expected much from 2021 but I thought it would be more.
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