Nickname: Guey2 Country: United States City: A place where the grass is green, and the sky is blue. State: AL Gender: Male Age: 21 Member Since: Jul 24, 2007 Last Login: Nov 20, 2009 Poems Submitted: 149 Poem Comments: 730 Poem Views: 9,052 Member Comments: 170
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As an adolescent i was blessed with a sort of disillusioment. I say blessed now but it took me a while to recognize it was part of what made me who i am. I realized the power people\\\'s interpretations can have on your life at an early age. Some people worry a lot about the way things\\\'seem\\\' and not a lot about the way things are\\\'. The anxieties and mental anguish, that stem from that never seemed worth it to me. It\\\'s a sad bitter sounding truth, but people really treat you differntly based off the quality of face you\\\'ve attained. I\\\'ve seen that time after time. And to me that\\\'s only made the things i\\\'ve attained with high quality face seem cheap and fleeting. I\\\'ve always searched for authenticity within this world and that\\\'s been one tough journey, cause to do that you have to sacrifice the way people may see you. But, still the same the things attained for honest expression, contradictions of posture, the things garnered from being yourself mean a lot more. I\\\'ve seen odd conflicts along this path, to me pointless obastacles at times. Even tried to battle the psychological process people have of judging by trying to help them see, rather than give the answers to who i am. That particular undertaking required in my young adult mind that i pry into another\\\'s thought processes and make suggestions, which is laughable now in my mind. Kind of a contradiction of sorts. Along this path i have learned there are some truly beautiful things in this world and a lot of them are purely human. The world has taken my impertinent gaze and called it a fools mirage. But to me living life as you see fit is a better freedom then a freedom granted with conditional logic.
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