Why do I keep trying to look for acceptance when I know I’m too different from them? Why do I keep being naïve enough to let their opinions of me affect me?
Because I am a youth influenced by the prejudice of society looking for that unattainable thing called ‘acceptance’. Because no matter how much I want to be significant to myself I still crave the acceptance of the general public. I know that I’m not like them and I never will be but to a certain degree I felt the need to be. Ironically I never tried to be like them though cause a part of me knew it was impossible. That same of me could see the truth beneath the surface. The people that were granted acceptable or created the status quo were a bunch of deceptive assholes who couldn’t stop backstabbing each other every other day. I’m not going to dwell on this topic further than this, maybe next time.
I’m different, in every single way. I am not and will never be the same. I don’t want to be. I always knew that and I always will. Even though I may forget it at times because of the search for social acceptance, I’ll always know that what’s on the surface is never the full picture.
I’m much better than that. They don’t deserve my presence. I’m far from the word perfection but I’m valuable and a fucking bombshell. Man fears what he does not know and what he does not understand. Man fears it because they cannot control or manipulate it.
I’m guessing fear is all I’m bound to receive and I’ll accept it.