After birth you get molded into a role they seem to find adequate to there own image. Giving you just enough crawling space in that frame so that it takes a long time to realize that you actually don’t fit in there idealistic frame for a “picture perfect”. Long enough to make you feel guilty when the urge of looking beyond the glass tightens the chain of expectations around you neck, it was dearly notified and pointed out to be there for you’re own safety. From a correcting sweet tone commanding “You can not do that.” To a heavy eradicating suggestion saying “You shouldn’t do that.” as time passes by.
You learn to please and ease others comfort blinding yourself to your own needs. Because there is no I in us but us doesn’t include you. Make use of what’s been given to you, not for I but for us.
We live in a society where mainstream is the norm to fit the bill and individuality has been made to be no more than that. The emotional discomposure start when you look for what lies in between. To break free from a frame only to find yourself to fall in a different one. Blindfolded by the media to desire and strive to live the goals and dreams of others while heedlessly demolished to have those of your own. It gives strength and power to those who made that system slowly slither in to that frame you suddenly don’t mind at all.
That unconscious smile of victory turns my veins in to gunpowder black wishing I could turn it in to a poison. Just to see those frames deteriorate. And all that can be done is to slit those veins so measly words can slowly run out in hope that what’s buried inside can see some daylight. [Nuray_Oz] Picture of and credit to @munchinthepool #write#writer#words#word#real#realtalk#tbt#tbh#mood#writersofig#truth#truthbetold#night#tired#power#beyourself#openyoureyes#reality#frame