Social Suicide

Death to predetermined thoughts...

Emotional hipster folly, 

should I stay casual, 

play into the normal cliche pocket?

Ambitions belayed within,

a young cantankerous me,

fold in society or leave it a vinegar and water blend?

A mixture of cultures, a melting pot of ancestry,

meaning I have no real background, nothing to force me

into a category so stereotypical it distills my soul of color

But today will be the day of days;

a slaying of normality, the suicide of my inner "society"

slit veins of general carbon copies leaving drained perceptions of past me's

You see, the folly of the world was letting me be me

I am the death of mainstream, the beginning of individuality

Author's Note

Represents how I've changed as a person over the past year, finally comfortable with wanting to be who I WANT to be. Your never to old to change.

Reviews

[∂αʌ<..]

"...nothing to force me,
into a category so stereotypical it distills my soul of color..."

the killing of the inner self! a fasinating subject which you manipulated extremely well! myself, not being too much a social adherent, i can relate to this easily (if not to say i FIT in perfectly)

Master-piece!

[Ripple of Aqua]

I love the message that you give, and the way you right just puts it in a such better perspective.

[T.W. Early]

"the death of mainstream, the beginning of individuality" indeed. great poem and message! You really put your life, heart, and soul into your writing! admirable!