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Social Sacrifice

Rollingrrl

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Fighting to be comfortable
in her own skin
Alone in the crowd, can't
yell over the din
Trying not to care about
what they say
Just wants to love herself
at the end of the day
And her eyes swim with tears
she will not shed
So tired of living life alone
she feels already dead
At night she writes her name
over and over again
Until the letters blur to
scribbles with no meaning
She's tired of being special
tired of being different
Why can't she be accepted
without letting her soul to rent
She's just like you, definitely
not without vice
Why must who she is become
a social sacrifice
She gives in, losing herself to
be liked by all of you
Solitude forces her to herself
be no longer true
Not alone now, she's finally
joined the big game
Look at her now and look at me,
we're all the same


~Shelly~
 
awesome poem. the scribbles metaphor you used to describe losing one's identity really hooked me into it.

i kinda got stuck on "Why must who she is become" for a while though, i think it'd be easier to read with a comma before "become."

excellent poem overall, but i really hope that you aren't conforming just to fit in. losing your eccentricity, to me, is more tragic than suicide(and i've often thought about both of those acts of desperation in my darker moments). what i've learned(or perhaps choose to blindly place my faith in?) is that there really are people out there who will appreciate you for exactly that which makes you eccentric, even if most people don't get you. i'm still in search of such people for myself as well even though i know i'd be so much less lonely if i just subscribed to what everyone else believed and modified my behavior to fit in to groups i feel alienated from. but the way i think about it is, the world needs eccentrics and free thinkers, even if they tend to be social outcasts for most of their life.
 
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