κύβος

Our minds are illusions. First impressions are never the last. How come they judge me for what I am? Why, when I look in the mirror, do I see something they don’t? Why do people need time to get to know who I am? Why do people judge? They always call me by my last name. κύβος. I hate it. It’s not who I am. But I’m used to it. The world is judgemental that way. You either conform or you lose. I wish my pieaces were in place. I wish people called me by what I am. στριμμένο κύβο. I like being unideal. I like being στριμμένο.