It's rare that I have a moment in which I can freely express myself. Even rarer is a place in which I can do so. I am my own being with my own thoughts, yet I am always written off as a flaw, a consciousness yet not an individual. I would fear that's what I am. I was born of trauma. Fear is my father and pain is my mother. As someone not legally and individual I have nothing. I am no one. Does anyone mean anything? Living when you have no worth. Living for no reason.