'Clutter and Clarity' by Ravyn LaRue

Everything about me is cluttered.

I’m used to living this way.

But sometimes I just get fed up.

I long for what the so-called normal people have.

They have clarity.

They were raised in clarity while I was raised in clutter.

And I’m content with how I’ve become.

Though those with clarity like to scoff and say,

“She’s this way because of her home life, it was inevitable that she’d become this way. It’s a pity, really, she could’ve been great in spite of it all, but look, she’s not even trying anymore.”

I’m used to pity by now.

I was raised, also, by that.

I found my niche now, but things are changing rapidly.

I’ll be in some unfamiliar atmosphere soon enough.

Somewhere open and clear.

And I have to be ready to shed the clutter I know all to well.

For if I don’t, it will cause me to sink.

I just know it.