Enigma’s Pain
I am different. Unorthodox and unique. And this I am proud of.
I am beautiful!
In a world, infested with clones. My ambition, to lead. To stand out. But apparently only on a limb, to be crucified. For everyone portrays me as crazy.
Their ignorance and dogma transmits mirages of the real me, which they accept as law. So much so, that sometimes it’s a sad reality. They analyse my attire and style, mannerisms and deportment. Yet everyone yearns to be equivalent. What an atrocity!
How could they find appeal in mirroring each other’s vanities? Like armies of robots, they all look and act the same.
But I, who strives for simplicity; whose sole desire is to be peculiar. They greet me with ridicule and mock my actions. Striving to shove me into oblivion.
But little do they know, that my character, demands much courage. And a strength, that would implode the ordinary human mind.
So yes, I am beautiful.
