Forgettable

Forgettable

I look around my little 8 by 8 room and realise how much of a prison it is; the society won’t even let me have anything in it other than my bed, they think that having a picture on the wall or a photo by my side, just a simple reminder of my life before I came to know these sterile, cold unfeeling walls as home well if I even had one well back to the point they think that anything but the essentials to live ¬†will make it harder to fade but that’s what makes me so powerful.They underestimate me. Continue reading