a sense

there lies within me

/ a sense /

a feeling of

unknown origins,

(planted by a god, perhaps?)

for it lies

/ intrinsically /

within

or does it?

my body

/ conforms /

with the expectations.

my mind

/ concedes /

or have I been convincing myself that I'm like everyone else?

the thoughts

/ congeal /

they

/ dissipate /

they create a / disjointed / narrative

if I can finally find

a word to explain myself with,

does it define me?

is it / true / ?

can I be sure that it's not

a passing feeling,

that I was right all along,

and time will change me,

mold me into

that p erf ect l ittl e ch rist ia n g irl i was always supposed to be

is this who

i am or is

it a result

of what i've

been taught;

lessons boiled and baked and spat up in a disfigured and perplexing heap

cause it feels

/ right /

lost? found?

and I want to be

/ right /

more than I want to be

normal

can someone just shut up

this / sense / in my head