Do you ever grow tired of your neutrality? Don’t you ever tire of yielding your opinion by watering it down and making it a palatable version of what you truly feel? Do you ever crave the honest words of someone just because it is welcome warmth and sun into your dark and cold world?

I wonder if you even understand what it is I ask. Do you care that you have become a dispassionate person, capable of espousing only the publicly accepted stance on any given topic?

Kill me before this death can arrive at my door. Destroy me before I see myself die slowly, choked by the fear that one day, one day, someone will not like my opinion or that I might have to defend it.

It will not arrive at my door as it has yours. I refuse to cowl and hide myself and my opinion under the veil of sugar which you use to hide yours. I refuse to coat my words and my demeanor to make it easier for you to exist. I refuse to dull my blade so that some person, whom I do not know and do not care about, can live easier for even one fucking second.

I will not yield to your world. You may have your neutral shades of gray and black. You may have your weak and flavorless existence. While you dine on acceptance, my beacon will resonate. It will guide my way in dark times and in light and when finally, my hour comes, I will be able to say, I did not yield and you did not break me.