CarsMature

I sit here, watching cars go by. 

They have the freedom to go anywhere.

If only I could be like that.

Instead, I am trapped here in this unforgiving world that expects too much.

They want me to be perfect.

Flawless.

It feels like they are cutting me with spoons.

The blunt edges bearing down into my skin with more pressure than needed.

No mercy at all.

Just like the words they speak.

Just like the words they preach but don't practice.

I want to be a car. 

Go anywhere.

See places.

No one to stop me. 

The End

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