Hey there RJD!
First off, even it's obvious, this is big block of text, and most people tend to not want to read through one. And second, you seem to be lacking in the capitalization department. I don't know if these were done on purpose or not, so I won't criticize you on them, rather I'll critique what's written instead.
Your first sentence says, 'growing up is a beast that must be tamed within me, thrashing and punishing.'. When you say 'thrashing and punishing', I know that you're saying that that's how this 'beast' acts, but the way it's written makes it seem like you're saying that's how it must be tamed. Either that, or those word just seem like they were thrown in there to look good.
The next few lines, (if you were to remove the 'thrashing and punishing' part) should be commas, since they are all describing this 'beast'. If not, they just seem like random thoughts without a subject.
I think you get the idea with that though. As for the content yourself, I'd say you have a nice way of expressing an idea. You're definitely very descriptive, and other than the errors I mentioned, you're very easy to understand. The issues in your writing are very small and can easily be fixed.
So good job, and I'm looking forward to reading more from you. 
growing up is a beast that must be tamed within me, thrashing and punishing. a poison that infects my brain to the extent of physical pain. a curse upon the world that denies humans thought that once comforted them and held them together in their sleep. a scalpel that cuts into my character. blood, my essence, and emotion squirt out in a fountain of shame, with the constant tiny incisions of reflection. why must the mind deny itself knowledge so crucial to its existence. why can i not establish a thought, ever questioning its validity. why am i cursed with my mind. why am i consistently punishing myself. why is the mind such a burden.why must i see the world through these lenses, bound and locked into my own limited and cursed perspective? am i a coward to not accept the existence of the ownership of my knowledge? why am i imprisoned within a mind so delicate? why am i locked into purely conceptual thought, denying the unsettling simplicity of raw fact? broken and pounded upon the jagged rock shores of the limits of the self, trying to escape the imprisoned island of personality. a species bound by its environment, inescapable from its habitat, no appendage capable of survival, no organ able to digest new thought, only taking a portion so insignificant to the greater picture of the diet of knowledge, while the venom consumes and dismantles the tissue structure that the mind exists within. my mind seems out of focus and out of truth. truth being a thought which binds me to the ultimate desire to find it, Paris in Troy, a war is waged simply for the ownership of knowledge, ownership over the consistent neural connection. a simplicity of physiology that forces wars, murder by the millions, space exploration, suicide, civilization, planetary atmospheric change, beauty, fulfillment, invention, a force that changes the physical nature of energy ever denied by the world's truth and forces. a weight of a goal controlling our every decision, its tonnage desperate to own our behavior, clasping at our will. why am i ultimately controlled by my emotions, deciding for me before i can think. a humunculus so evil, selfish in its hidden plans, unappreciating the physical form which i am shackled everlasting. ignorance is bliss indeed. my heavy mind binds me and imprisons me. the curse of knowledge cuts me.
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