I must be too blunt
I need to be filtered
And softened
To be made suitable
For civilised company
And everyone else's liking
My voice is too loud
My colours, too bold
My persona, too fierce
I'm told to tone it down
Quiet down
Dumb myself down
All for the comfort
Of everyone else
They all love
My personality
So vibrant and fun
And colourful
I'm that friend
Everyone wants in their circle
Full of laughter
And sarcasm
And dirty jokes
But only a little bit
Not too much
They gauge me
Size me down
To meet their preferences
They squeeze me into a tiny box
They run me through a filter
Shrink my personality down
Into a little pill they can swallow
Just so they can handle me
I'm like whiskey
Sharp and dark
And flavourful
But watered down
For happy hour
By those too weak
To enjoy me
At my fullest strength
My voice is deep and rich
They run it through Garage Band
Until I sound like a damn squirrel
Because that's what
Quote
People like
I'm told to be myself
Yet I must somehow
Also
Be just like everyone else, too
This backwards conundrum
Confuses me
And when I reject it
Altogether
I'm seen as crazy
Eccentric, perhaps
A weirdo
Or a creep
All because I refuse
To be sifted
Through a pop filter
But all I can say is
Sorry
Not sorry
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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