I fought against the crowd,
left all sanity behind,
bruised, battered, I pressed on,
but have found no reward.
It's beyond the line of reason,
my mind escapes to outer space,
to take my thoughts away,
from my opposition.
I won't try to hide,
I accept your ridicule,
it's worth it to be different,
conformity is suicide.
Author notes
I felt rejected and misunderstood at the time.
But then I realized it was worth it to not
conform to the "cool" crowd. They're all hypocrites.
Does the middle stanza seem irrelevent to the rest of the poem?
Comments
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WOW!!!!! I think I've heard this one.....speechless........
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I absolutely agree with the content of your poem and your author's notes. I often escape into space through silent meditation! I have a few, hopefully helpful hints for its improvement. I'm learning to be an ap teacher so bear with me.
'faught' is fought.
'but for what reward I have not found.'
This line doesn't sound right; it might be better as - but have not found a reward.
'off my opposition.' What about from my opposition?
Apart from the spelling error these are just my opinoins. Your poem shows that you have a great sense of individuality and I commend it!
Peace Georgia
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