HOW MUCH LONGER DO I HAVE UNTIL WHATEVER I SAY ENDS IN THE REALIZATION THAT NONE OF IT MATTERED? HOW MUCH LONGER CAN I KEEP MYSELF ENCAGED? IT IS DICTATED BY ME. I AM THE ONE WHO MUST CHANGE. YET I FEEL SO LIMITED. YET I FEEL LIKE I HAVE NO TIME. YET I FEEL LIKE ONE MISTAKE WILL BE LAST TIME I SEE MY LEGS. YET I FEEL LIKE ONE MISTAKE WILL BE THE LAST TIME I SEE MY ARMS. YET I FEEL LIKE ONE MISTAKE WILL BE THE LAST TIME I SEE MYSELF. AND YET I FEEL MYSELF UNCARING. BECAUSE I KNOW IN THE END I CAN MAKE IT. IS THAT WHY I CAN FEEL SO SAFE?

IN TIME, I WILL IMPLODE. AN ANGER RISES IN ME NOT YET SO POTENT. IT'S INSIDE THE FOLDS OF MY TEETH, ROOTED WITHIN MY NAILS, DIGGED IN BETWEEN THE UNDERCRUST OF MY EYES. IT WAITS TO EXPLODE. IT WAITS TO HURT THOSE AROUND ME IN A WAY THAT WILL MAKE THEM SEE ME DIFFERENT. I AM AN ETERNAL CHRYSALIS, TO CHANGE AND FIT FORMS FOR WHEN THE TIME STRIKES. I WILL EMBEDDEN MY VICIOUS MARK.