Solid reasoning thrown to the fire,
In favour of etiquette, the manners of the superior!
Surely truth is better than fake flattery, fabricated compliments-
Better words be straight than bent.
Call me hell-sent if you will,
My bluntness may be an odd divergence from the norm-
But I would rather tell the truth, be in the right-
Than tell the blind they have sight!
What is this organisation of cordialities?
So natural to the sheep , the crowd.
Not to me, their obviousness, so bewildering.
Shall I try and fit in?
Force my heart and mind into a unnatural contortion?
I would if I could-
I sometimes ponder.
But it is a impossibility, an unattainable objective…
So I stay as I am-
In this crowd of socialites, those who are energised by other people, a self perpetual cycle!
I stay as I am-
An awkward, inelegant introvert-
The outspoken, odd one out…
But no matter if I stay quiet,
Or if I shout-
Some will stay perplexed at my differentness
This disposition I hold-
Some will always think me somewhat cold
And so they leave me, altogether overwhelmed…
Written by me and originally published in Sharnoff’s Global Views.