The perks of a temporary life

Juliet

Outta space,
Wrong place,
big mistake.
Like a huge rock in the middle of the street,
you just don't belong.
you don't belong where you're supposed to be.
And all these years,
all these fears
of never being able to be your true self,
to be either too transparent or a wall without any door, any entry.

They tell you, what you're supposed to be,
who you should be growing up as,
what your thoughts are in comparison to how it should be and sometimes it's a little ugly and it gets hard, hard to realize that you are nothing alike with their imaginations.

& I don't like you,
I don't like you,
the way I'm supposed to.
And you know,
I'm not ashamed.
I won't let myself be locked in a cage,
shut out.
I am individually me.
And I deserve to be free.

You know,
they always tell you about how female and male are like the puzzle pieces to each other, they fit the best together,
everything beyond that isn't gonna work out for longer than under a millisecond. But you know what? My millisecond can last longer than your eternity of close-minded thoughts and standards that only place boxes into minds and hate into hearts.

Put me in your boxes and  you can be sure,
I will escape as soon as you put locks around it,
trying to form me to your kind of normality that nobody ever really needed.
And in time you'll learn, society can make rules you have to follow but can't form you until you're the perfectionist they want you to be with all the flaws and things which make you different from others. The thing is, I don't want to erase my flaws and my lack of  taste for the basic, the known, the way so many people feel pressured to go.

Because that's not the way I go, that's not the way I'm built. You may see lack of taste instead of curiosity for the different but I don't judge you for being blind for the muddy ground if you only see the surface, the outcome of things. Rather than the process it takes, the blood, the sweat, the tears, the emotions, the details and the small things that still matter.

The fears that keep us in place,
put the kind of pressure onto us,
we thought we needed but never did.
Breaking free of all your surroundings accepting that you're the one to define your way of living, and you alone is a process of a life time.

And when you tell me,
you don't like the outcome of the process,
I want you to walk through the details the outcome took. I want you to look through every page and if you still say the same afterwards, I accept that I am just not meant to be in the book of your life. I am not lined up in the crowd of people you are supposed to cross paths with , longer than a minute.

And I don't like you,
not like people tell me I'm supposed to,
but the way I just do.
And you know,
I'm still not ashamed, 
because it's my way of life to choose
and I am not to blame,
for the minds that don't want me to
get out of the boxes they created.

I will step aside and tell you;
"That's where worlds collide"
And it should never be a fight,
a question.
Your boxes are my cage,
my freedom is your imagination
of hell.
But it doesn't matter.
You keep on living your life
and so do I.