insanity in the bear cave
Am I so hard to get?
Am I so complicated that no one understands?
Will I live that life I have settled for...
the one where my life is difficult--I'll never be well to do, struggling every day to get by on what I'm doing. The life I've been told I'll live, the one I've convinced myself has to happen. So everyone has always told me I'm crazy, I'm different, I'm extreme
insane
mental
psycho
difficult
angry
depressed
LETS HEAR IT
I'm not. I'm just Ophellia, I've realized. Just following what they tell me. But where'd they get it? Did whoever just always want a screaming, crying, wonderfully laughing animal? Did they just make me up?
I am just like everyone else, I swear. The strange, the sober, the elite, the transparent--it's all here. I'm like any girl, I need, I want, I get. Spoiled, literate, honest, caring, optimistic, reflecting, SOUL SEARCHING. So high school is holding me back, so I want to leave to find myself. I want to go somewhere alone, lay in the middle of a road on a blistering hot day in the middle of my mind. I want to disappear and reappear before anyone notices. Don't worry, I'm just trying to find what is my purpose, my example, my future, my art, my physical, my imagination.
I love myself because I'm smarter than the average bear. Smarter than the hag, more sensative than bTownsend and will be more powerful. I make, I create, I mold, I DISOWN.
I feel like an art explosion.