Let My Dark Exist
Cracked eyes, too-bright sunlight invading, and for the countless time, I wish that it would end. That this world, the one that keeps rejecting me, hating me, telling me I'm worthless for my neurodivergency, could somehow recognize my humanity, could break. I want to shatter the world like its shattered me, over and over and over again, just because I'm different. But the blinding light seeps through, still. It's here, and the pain isn't going away. I'm not going away. How can two things so discordant, my world and my literal existence, exist here in this moment, one yearning to consume and the other to be free? How can they both survive, when the society around me exists solely to consume and destroy the essence of who I am? How will I survive this summer, this time of too-bright, putrefying sun?