My dear me, the invisible

My dear me, the invisible one. The intangible. The unnoticed. My dear self, the belittled. The useless one. The stupid. My dear me, the one who cries. The one who gets angry and refuses the right to explode. My dear self, whose breath is short of breath and whose voice becomes weak when shouting. My dear self, who is uncomfortable with hugs and contact with others. To whom the idea of love seems strange, to whom the idea of falling in love squeaks in his head. My dear me, the ambitious one. The one you want. The one who wants to be free and cannot. My dear me, the one who is dark and has morbid and disgusting thoughts. To whom the idea of killing someone seems a final and desperate option. My dear self, remember that you have life and opportunities ahead of you. And remember something you once heard but do not remember where you saw or heard it: The world is made up of two types of people; those who fight and rule, and the weak who surrender and are governed. Ask yourself: Who do I aspire to be? Ruler or ruled?