The Rebel

I

Life is only boring if you aren't willing to spice it up on your own, otherwise there's no fun in anything. So many people just sit around and expect the world to show them the way, they wait to be told who they are meant to be. If you want to accomplish anything, you have to get shit done on your own. Leaving your future in the hands of those around you is pointless, they're just going to turn you into who they desire for you to be. You're not the world's slave, it doesn't know what is best for you. Building the right path for you takes a brick at a time, that's the only way to reach the self made pedestal at the end.

I know what it is to be demanded from but I've never listened. I'm proud to show my flamboyant flare, it isn't affecting anyone else's day. Quite frankly, how I express myself isn't any of their business, I have the right to love myself and if I'm doing it by being colourful, then everyone else can suck it up. Besides, I've dealt with a lot of negativity, I just view it as constructive criticism - clearly I'm catching someone's eye. I'm my own boss, best believe I'm going to waltz through the streets with my head held high without giving a single crap about what onlookers whisper.

So what if I'm different? There are so many famous people that were told they wouldn't make it just because they have their own style or refuse to meet social standards. I meet every label in the book depending who you ask. Kids I knew from Primary school would say I'm a nerd and a Teacher's Pet. Some from High school would say I'm the punk bad boy. College told my University that I'm a sassy drama Queen. Why meet one criteria when you can suit them all? I'm a social Chameleon, that's why I'm so unique.

Just like any Queen, I was desperate for unconditional love. However, with my personality and taste in men, finding that someone was near impossible. Most people don't want a cheeky, vibrant bitch in their lives, at least not romantically. Despite that, I found something else to throw myself into - art. The planet is a reference for me to interpret and recreate in my vision.

Even so, the Gods make extraordinary wing-men. They highlighted the perfect guy with the flickering of a faulty light. A handsome devil that is cold yet soft, angry but peaceful. The big people may have pointed him out to me, except it was my job to steal his cement heart and turn it into my teddy bear.

Who knew my life would crumble under me simultaneously? One thing I cannot stand is lying. It seems everyone forgets that. I can handle the ugly truth, not finding that everything I believed is completely fake.

Deceit causes rebellion, a fight for the freedom of one's self. They were delusional to think I'd go quietly. I'm a bitch by nature; I'll go down kicking them in the balls and screaming bloody murder. I earned the bad boy title, I'm not opposed to rebelling.