The Weapon

The world is filled with lies.
Trust no one.
Crying is a sign of weakness.
Survival of the fittest.
Fight to the death.
The only one you can count on is you.
You are weak until you can pull your weight.
You are not your own.
You are mine and you are a weapon.

These are the words I have believed in my entire life.
This is what I grew up on.
This is my life.
I am not my own.
I am a weapon.
But.
My life is a lie.
It doesn't even exist.