GhostSlayer

When I go to school on occasion I worry that I will be treated differently because of my hearing.

something completely out of my control.

I fear that a teacher could pick me out of the class because of my differences.

Redwoods standing tall and strong.

sycamores with mushroom-like foliage.

Maple with their sap soon to be syrup.

Willows weeping in the new dawn light.

Cardinals singing on the branches of a oak tree 

Every day 

I feel like I am constantly being watched.

Judged

And looked down upon.

I know that this might not be true 

But I feel the same regardless.

Because that is human nature.

As a teenager I am expected to conform.

Even though people tell you that you should be distant “stand out from the crowd” the second you do they tell you “what are you doing?”

In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.

I write to shut out the world.

I want to get lost in my own worlds 

Not thinking about life and what’s happening in the world right now.

I write to escape to a whole new world where I have control of everything.