My mind runs rampant In the collective seas Of the unconscious My dreams are often Dark Because I'm suppressing If society knew about it They would diagnose me Label it anxiety Call it Depression When the truth is Existence is rather painful Not because I'm dramatic But for the simple reason Of being unable to conform And refusing to suffocate Myself into confinement I can no longer live Behind these walls Trying to chain down my soul Because Love knows no barriers..
What a superbly emotional post this is, its intensity really hits home. You mean what you say, but - surely know that loving both another person and/or self is what freedom's all about. Even if we surrender, hands up, white flag flying, nobody or nothing can take away the feeling deep, deep inside. Conformity is an affiction for which self.rule of spirit is the cure! Excuse me, but, damn the puppeteers!
You are right, existence is rather painful. We live in such a discriminating world. It is dark and if we don't conform then we are kicked around until we decide to do so. I honestly hate the thought of becoming like everyone else in my society. I will follow rules, but I will not change who I am just to fit in and be considered part of the 'norm'. Lovely job Daydreamer :)