It started early, being judged on how quickly you could force the rules into the right slot.
A boxed-in way of thinking. And if it didn’t fit, they tinkered with you, as if it were just a loose screw.
A stigma you eventually came to believe yourself.
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song: Through the Roses – The Clientele
The box they put me in became the story I told myself.
