I Am Lost But Will Never Be Found. Trapped By The Siren's Song.
The name is Cyro Jaedrik Corpuz Esmane, I’m a patient in this hospital called life. I am currently a survivor of this diseased world, though I am infected with ideals and opinions I’ve been claimed by the world as a member of the deranged. In the hospital I was given the name Cykotik, due to my inferiority and refusal to succumb to their rehabilitation into becoming “normal”. I refuse to be “normal” I was born different thus I shall live different.
I was born on the fifth of June, in the year of 1994 in an area called Calgary Alberta Canada. I’m only 18 years old now, but I’ve already experienced the dangers of this world. In this planet, being different is a crime, racism, sexism, homophobia is found everywhere. Wars influence the perception of evil amongst a certain group or culture. Woman are perceived as mere bodily tools not for the intellectually beauty that they are. And homosexuals are persecuted for the crime of loving someone unconditionally. I’ve taken that risk as well, I’ve been looked down upon, and ridiculed for loving another. I’ve lost friends due my sexuality, they were the one’s who only know a certain way to live. But I have gained and kept new friends, patients as well in the hospital, they are different like me, quarantined for being their own individual self. Apparently Individuality is an infectious disease the world wishes to rid. That is the sad reality of the world, How could I or anyone have not gone insane. Once again, my name is Cyro and these..are my psychotic thoughts.