I had lost so much of what I could have been at such a young age. By two years old many of the doors I would try desperately to break down in my mid to late twenties had already been reinforced and locked shut. Consequences of forces which were completely out of my hands. Consequences which caused me to bend and contort my body, morality, my sense of self and purpose to such extremes that I no longer am a real person anymore. I am an actor, adopting an identity which was given to me not by choice but by force.
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This was really poetic, and a really good insight into the human condition. I fins myself acting all the time. At work I have to be perceived as one way, but when I’m with my friends, another.