I see it often; sitting, secluded, wishing someone would come and free you from your prison.
A place of pain and misery with absence of liberty, held in a state of limbo by faults and expectations.
The desire to be what others want you to be but crippled by being who you aught to be,
You.
In a world where expectations are faults put on pedestals of exaltation. To be what they want you must embody the worst qualities of humanity.
It is virtually the paradox of reality; to transcend greatness you must descend into insanity.
This is like one of those poem rap kind of things where you're just like, "OOOOOHHH!!!"
ReplyDeleteya that was sort of the idea behind it, but the paradox part is really interesting to me
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