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A Poem Called "The Discord Inside"

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Art credit: vane-sya.tumblr.com

The Discord Inside ~

It was once upon a moment,
When on our planet lived a girl.
During the day, her demons were dormant,
After sunset, they'd stir up and twirl.

She desperately strived to belong,
Never allowed to show her real spirit.
Bitter tears made sure the nights are too long,
True self was hidden, she learned to fear it.

Humans dwell in a scary place of the wicked,
Filled with judgment, and malice, and stigma.
Dear girl came to a conclusion insipid,
Death is the end, but life is an enigma.

As far as the eyes of us all can peek,
There are mountains of traits and pleasures.
Notice a label on every single peak,
If you don't fit in, you're hated with no measures.

Our young lady was constantly torn,
Between who she is, and who she needs to be.
The expectations of others made her feel scorn,
While the girl only wanted to be free.

She observed humankind with alien eyes,
Everyone having the lives of their dreams.
Between herself and the others, a wall of glass,
No one truly saw her or heard her, so it seems.

And she felt lost, but kept going still,
Because she heard that's what she should do.
A girl persisted and fought until,
She accepted one truth anew.

It doesn't matter what others expect of you,
Nor does it matter where you came from.
They'll judge you anyway, so just stay true,
You're not obligated to choose just one form.

- A Poet in Attempt

~ About the Poem

Our world is both a wonderful and terrible place, filled with as much love as hatred, as much acceptance as judgment. Of all of us, it's expected to fit in the labels that society sees as appropriate.

The truth is, most of us don't exactly fit in, and we face a lot of pressure because of it. We torture ourselves, and punish, and become desperate in our fight to belong where others tell us we should belong. We try to change, but we can't completely change who we are, right? And we shouldn't.

This poem is dedicated to all those amazing people, who struggled a lot before realizing that it's okay to be exactly who they are. Society will always have unrealistic expectations, but YOU are the only one who needs to accept yourself, flaws, and virtues equally.

What makes us different, also makes us special. And each and every one of us is special in a way... Or two.

© 2020 Ivana Divac

Comments

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on October 01, 2020:

I completely agree. Thank you so much!

Abby Slutsky from America on October 01, 2020:

This is a very insighful poem. I think most people have doubts about belonging at one time or another. Recognizing that you are your most important judge is important.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on October 01, 2020:

Thanks a lot, everyone. Your comments mean so much to me. You are absolutely amazing!

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on October 01, 2020:

Ivana, this is an excellent article. I had that struggle for a period of time when I was young, but am comfortable at this age. I think especially women and maybe many men will relate to what you have written. It really is a beautiful poem.

Rosina S Khan on October 01, 2020:

You are right, Ivana. Most of us don't exactly fit in and it's okay. We do not need to be people-pleasers, and we can just be ourselves all the time. That way we begin to thrive and then others try to emulate us. Thank you for a terrific article.

Lorna Lamon on October 01, 2020:

I feel I have always been a 'square peg in a round hole', however, I also realise that what makes us different does make us special. We are all unique in our own way and we should embrace each other's differences. A wonderful poem Ivana, beautifully written and thought provoking.

Ankita B on September 30, 2020:

Lovely poem Ivana. I like the theme you have so beautifully described in this poem.

Ivana Divac (author) from Serbia on September 30, 2020:

Thank you very much, Eric and Alexander. Your reviews mean a lot to me!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 30, 2020:

I am lost in thought. Such beauty here. It took 50+ years but I love who I am. Hey so does my family. You write well and let us free to examine.

Alexander James Guckenberger from Maryland, United States of America on September 30, 2020:

I enjoyed the content of this, though it was dark.