I’m sure everyone’s heard of the saying about “the burning house.” 

Whereas said:

“When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire.”

As I am the house, and I am the fire.

And the world is not on fire, only I am. 

And everything I touch starts on fire too.

And I don’t see rain, I only see the rainfall of my ashes.

but it wasn’t always like this.

I used to love the rain, 

and my hair drenched in water.

I used to love the winter,

and all the snowfall.

I used to love taking a deep breath of fresh air,

but I suffocate every time I breathe.

my lungs are black and cloudy,

but sometimes the smoke clears out enough for me to see

What’s really wrong?

and the issue is that I never got taught how to put out a fire. 

so when my house started on fire from all of the tragedy,

I caught on fire with it.

but nobody taught me how to stop, drop, and roll.

so I continued to just stop.

stop crying tears of sorrow as they only came out in gasoline,

stop fighting for the rain to work,

stopped inhaling like the air would come through.

and break the seal.

because the surface tension only breaks when a fire is put out.

but this fire is inside.

the saying —

 “When you’re born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire”

when really, the world is not on fire, your mindset is the fire.