The lights go up changing the color of the world and saying "I am aware of the 'horror'".
Pity for the parents while the people are told "you're ruining the lives of everyone around you"
I swing, trying to help myself. Trying to do what others will not, while inside I'm crumbling from the words they are saying. Trying to find myself having lost how to share, with thing after thing thrown at me.
My words. My words mean nothing. My words that I try so hard to share. They are lost in the tide of bluewashing, and so I try to regulate.
But then...Along side all of this, there is a step. Someone who listens. Someone who shows they will hear my voice.
Simply, a step of red.
Thank you for hearing me.