Dans Ma Faux Vie

I find myself trying to live again
when knowing what I live for is a lie.
The cracks in the sidewalk
mirror the broken shards of peoples souls.
Why must we live in fear
of what society shuns?
Just because it's different
does not mean that it's wrong.

Humans take solace
in knowing what they're doing
is right.

When you have the courage
to stand apart,
others tend to follow.
Which leads to the total demise
of the very point
you set out to prove.

But I am please with the lie that I live,
even if parts of it may be true.
I'm just glad that my role
has not been tainted
by the likes of society.

The title means "In my False Life." Just to clarify, the lie that every one of us has is our life. We lie to look cool or smart or funny. Women lie about their appearences with make up and surgery. We conform to a specific genre that society has set for us. I confess that I live in this lie, but I try not to. And that's all anyone can do.

I'm not really sure if I like this one. I feel like I'm trying to hard. I don't mean to, it just happens. I think it's a bit confusing. I might take it down and re-do it so it's a bit clearer...