Apparently I get called a “flimsy pretty boy” by some within a community that I still hold a sliver of hope for. A community edging towards the summit of toxicity. A community that seeks to undo the very definition, and rebuild with an unholy agenda.
I do not know who exactly, but this is not a new tune.
Instead of looking to uplift, they choose to immerse themselves in hatred. Hatred over lies that have been spewed from their own lips.
Instead of looking to the skies, they look and lap the dirty shallow puddles that are scattered across the grounds- yearning for temporary satisfaction. For gossip.
Instead of being a message and beacon of hope, for dreams- they choose to wander lost in the unfortunate bleakness of reality.
Instead of finding and spreading truth, false doctrine is.
I may be wasting time typing this. But I have spent my time actually realizing that I have risen above this. Realizing that I have indeed begun to flap my wings and learned to fly high into the clouds that will forever call for those that dream.
And why yes, I believe I am pretty.
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