Laid on the bed, feeling overwhelmed. Alone, feeling like you're drowning in your own shadow; such a quiet river, yet being disturbed by a raging tempest with chaos beneath the surface. It was such a quiet struggle—a storm on the inside and a shine on the outside. Seeing everything crash down, problems being pulled up.
Realizing society and its rules always hits like a meteor, leaving a pit in the stomach. A feeling of emptiness and hollowness surrounds them. It's like it's asking you to surrender—to stop trying and give up. It's exhausting, the way the noise echoes loudly in your head.
Society tells you to follow the rules. Despite the fact that society is harsh and judgmental, the rules are still followed—at least by the majority of people. Some want to be their own characters, yet are reluctant to escape from them. So scared that people would disapprove of them. "Would people think I am strange?" "Will people like me like this?"
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"If you don't follow the rules of society, you will be branded as weird."
Why? Why do people think this? It's oddly unsettling when read; like a gut feeling, saying that it's just "wrong". An internal feeling that cannot be described. Because this sentence is told every day, to every generation, society has become this. The mess in society was created by the people. From childhood to adulthood, blinded by the burdens and limitations of society, and called "weird" when refused to obey. So, follow to not be seen as weird.
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So caught up in society's judgment, this couldn't be escaped; it was like a maze, never finding an exit despite trying so forcefully. The mistakes and choices made by oneself were like dead ends in the maze. Never enough for anyone's expectations. Trapped in their own maze, living "reality". Often finding themselves lost and unable to find a way out. The pressure to meet society's standards only adds to their confusion and detachment from their own identity. Being strangers to themselves.
Once again, overwhelmed while laying on the bed, all alone.
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RandomIt's just all about what my mind says at 4 am. [ I don't write that much, I just do it when I am bored ]
