You found yourself against the current.
The barriers of condemnation broken.
What seemed insurmountable, with age,
Became simply passable.
The journey to find one's self
Should be the shortest
In route to discovering what they can do.
Others similar that exist,
Always having known them self,
Despite infinite requests to conform.
Born with the determination, strength
To endure perhaps.
Unlike them I shaped myself into a lie.
For if I exist, then I was created,
And who was I to think I or society
Should bury or distort what was created?
Shaped into something I wasn't, unreal.
Time was wasted to fit into a system
A system that doesn't work.
A system where life has little meaning.
Fixated on the after life, death, and material,
Creation is under appreciated.
My greatest peace is found
When time is disregarded
And my focus directed
On the things that can't be taken away.