Side Effect

When you label someone you put them in a box.

A child has to be innocent, a woman has to be perfect, a man has to be strong. All these labels that we have for everything and anything.

    People have always told me that I’m perfect. I’m this shiny object that doesn’t have an imperfection in sight. But people don’t know that nobody is perfect, and that even seemingly perfect people have cracks.

Mother knows best. That’s what they always say. But what happens when she doesn’t know best, what then. I am left out in the sea whirling as the currents push me this way and that.