How old do you have to be

I feel like I understand something now.

I have the same pain in my heart. I have the same obstacle in my speech. I have the same monster in my dreams.
I have the same cramp in my style.
The same flinch in my response.
The same anger in my compassion.

I have the same hunger in my rage.
The same sadness in my resignation.
The same confusion in my seeking.
The same aggression in my judgement.
The same weakness in my flexibility.
The same fucking alphabet to give license to my terror on worlds.

You tell me. I've already told you. But I'll rephrase it until my every inch is destroyed by the antagonists we run from.