I’ve been told I’m immoral
That I’m emotionless
And expressionless
A robot
That my very existence is a burden
Am I that burden?
Do my lungs take up too much air?
Does my waking make the Gods grown?
Or
Am I the precious gift talked about in the bible
Are my silent, lonely tears enough to show my emotions?
Do my values take president over all?
Do my expressions get drowned out by all the noise?
Is it really my fault that my greatness needs more room than most?
Am I too much or not enough?
