Entries From A Blonde

Poems I write. All original. Sorry for the depression


40. "Forever"

I seem to have this 


This thing... this... 

irrational thing.

A fear. An irrational fear of forever.

not commitment necessarily...

but more of yourself.

Knowing you cant just end your life 

right here right now in this moment.

While you, in actuality, can.

But thats not socially acceptable

and dear mother always says to try

and fit in. Fitting in really is no fun

but what can you do? you cant fight her 

and you definetly cant fight the world and 

all its lovely stereotypes. 

What can you do but listen?

You tried. You fought. You "rebelled"

And in everyone else's eyes you were

the angsty teen who didn't want to fit in

but in actuality... you fit in more by trying not to.

No one wants to be told they are fitting in anymore. 

Everyone wants to be there own person.

But with society controlling our every move...

Its vaguely impossible. 

Good luck on your search to find meaning.

Its hidden everywhere...

But so hard to get to these days.


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