I am a penguin: black and white. I struggle to see the colors within myself.
I have wings, but they only serve as a painful reminder that I am incapable of flying. Everyone around me sees my wings and they ask, "Why don't you just fly?" I simply tell them, "I can't." They refuse to accept my answer. They continue to insist that I can fly if I really want to - if I try just a little bit harder.
I grow so frustrated with all of them - with myself - that my whole body tenses up. I feel like a carbonated beverage trapped inside an aluminum can.
All of these people just shake me, and shake me, and shake me. When I finally open up, I explode. It shocks them all. They never believed that all of the shaking would actually cause an explosion.
After all, I am a penguin...always wearing my tuxedo. I put on a happy face as I feel the avalanche shift beneath my feet. I keep smiling as the avalanche pushes me farther and farther away until suddenly, I am not me anymore. I am the remains of a crumpled up tuxedo, cold and soaking wet, lying underneath an avalanche. I am suffocating as the snow and my shame engulf me until I can no longer move...I can no longer breathe.
And as they stare, they silently wonder why I didn't just fly...
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2nd picture on: https://www.reddit.com/r/aww/comments/1f4syf/baby_penguin/