I've traded in my well-worn,
Pasted-on smile,
For the less-attractive,
Undesirable reality
Of a semi-vacant,
Underwhelmed
Me.
The problem is
I just won't fit
With your paint-by-numbers life;
Put your happiness in
The box marked with a 1
Where it belongs,
Your love in the 4,
Don't worry about the gaps,
Loneliness, fear and more
You don't have
The colours
Just leave them blank.
Put the canvas of
A perfect life,
Of two-point-five
And a car
And a house,
On your cracked plastic face,
Watch the laughter lines fill with lead,
With grit,
As you become half-empty,
More or less,
As you fill your head and space with all the things
Normal needs
To make sure
It plays out societies whim.
I refuse to be
Whatever it is
You want of me.
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Comments & Feedback (14)
@Irrational_Kimmi you'll get no criticism from me girl x I envy your talent, and I wish I could take away your pain x
@Irrational_Kimmi perfect. Nice start and ending. We all feel like this (most of us anyways), 'tis good to be individual and not in the heard. XxX
@Weirdwolf thank you. I've never been a conformist, but recently I found myself just going along with stuff as it was the easy route. And I hated myself for it. So I decided to just do what I wanted, even if it causes hassle. Better to be hated for who I am than liked for who I'm not :-)
@Irrational_Kimmi well said! It's easy to follow the herd, not so easy to think outside it and leave it behind......being honest and true with oneself is admirable. X
@Irrational_Kimmi I think your work so far is incredible! Just shows what's most unique is most beautiful :)
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