Right?
And as toi enter life does everyone place their bets on if toi will succeed ou fail? As toi age, through those terrible fucking years toi go through, everyone seems to have a couteau at your throat waiting for toi to mess up so they can apply plus pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till toi mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes toi make, all the small mistakes toi make, the people holding the couteau to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once toi mess up, since everyone thought toi were perfect and expected toi to excel in every fucking piece of shit toi do, there is no need for you.
Right?
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as toi walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that toi aren't aloud to have? Because toi have no imperfections, that's why toi aren't aloud. And when toi open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
Right?
So along toi travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a couteau to your throat, now add one to your back. toi gain some Friends but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, toi can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel toi are, toi keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out par treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. toi keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for toi to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
Right?
But what if that special one doesn't come? What do toi do? toi then grow up believing toi were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone l’amour a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But toi were raised that way? toi were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time toi did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut toi down till toi were nothing.
Right?
So here toi are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. toi stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the table, tableau for toi failing is awarded to the betters, and toi are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Right?
Wrong.
toi back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when toi can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around toi spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if toi don't feel needed, even if toi aren't brand new, even if toi aren't the shiniest, ou the strongest, the thickest, ou the coolest. toi are still toi and even if toi are the weakest link, toi sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right?
Right.
((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like écriture it out... I don't care if this get one view ou none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))
