Skin me of my beliefs as though my thoughts were daggers into society,

Strip me of my mental disabilities as
though they are excuses to avoiding reality,

rip the life from my eyes
and say it will make me better,

beat me and tell me that
the pain is in spite of love,

raise me to believe life is a tragedy that I can no longer control,

kick me down when I cry for help explaining that I need to grow independent,

tell me that I no longer have a choice in who I am,

Strain me of the ability to love anyone I choose,

Tell me that everything will be okay in the epitome of a disaster.

I'm just the skeleton of a human, no longer baring a soul. I walk amongst a society that wants to rip the etched pieces off my torso like a sickening disease.