I am a verse wrapped inside a chorus, I am a blanket of lyrics sewn together by a string of words which both define, and destroy me. I am the aftermath of a powerful storm, I am the rainbow dancing through the sky as the thunder quietly fades away. I am the last kid picked, the first one blamed, and the only one stupid enough to stand still just long enough to watch it all slip away.
It’s an awkward realization knowing that my life could be defined by three words, two positions.. fight or flight.