Difference and Individuality
I walk into school, and I see all the cliques and groups of kids. In each group the kids are all the same. They stand in their tight circles to protect themselves from the poison that is me. Shall I, the poison of Difference and Individuality, try to penetrate their wall of sameness? What good would it do for me? I would attract their looks of scorn and contempt. But it wouldn't work on me. Why? Because I am immune. They have used that tactic many times before, and will use it many times again. It may break others down, and once may have broken me down, too. But I have a fire that will burn for eternity- for all to see.
And it is that very will that makes them want to crack me down. I walk into the classroom; they isolate me. They look so desperately for something, anything to bring me down. They drag it on for hours upon hours. And when the bell rings for classes to change they rush into the halls to spread the petty lies to all who listen. They magnify the rumors to make them interesting and everyone listens.
I still plunge on, though, my head held high, my deep eyes unwavering, for my not caring bothers them so. And because of this they all hate me, Difference and Individuality.
i'd like to say that is so much better when i read it out loud.
 Arishy · Thu Jul 19, 2007 @ 03:45pm · 2 Comments |
