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