resilience? it's wearing pretty thin.

honestly, i thought this topic wasn't going to come up again. i'm nearing the end of my time here in this school, so i honestly should've known better. but it's amazing how absolutely tired and misunderstood i feel after every sentence she utters, every fact she misinterprets, every dream she threatens to crush.

i'm tired of feeling like i'm strapped against the world. with everything i do and say.

i'm tired of speaking plainly but no one ever understands.

i'm tired of double-dealing people who encourage and understand, then turn around and shove their ideals and desires down my throat.


i know that their advice is valueable and i do seek it. but there are a lot of times where i strive to do this on my own. it's like i'm a bird struggling to be free before her wings are clipped again and again. sure the feathers eventually grow back, but it'll take a long time before that happens. and what am i doing in the meantime? beating my wings against the bars of the cage into a bloody mess.