i project myself onto the world
i burden it with my pain

as fertilizer
for the strongest roots
these forests have ever seen

i am not worn
i am polished
by the constant stream of life
as a pebble
unmoved

this permanent is temporary,
or is it?
because all i've been told is that

it's all in my head
i'm making it up
i'm too sensitive
my memory is so bad
everything has to be explained to me
there's something wrong with me
i just can't understand you
i am stupid

i am not
i am what i choose to be
and you have no say

what i can feel
what i can say
what i can eat
what i can do
what i can buy
what i can choose
what i can breathe
where i sleep
where i go
how i experience