Superficial
All my life they taught me to be superficial,
to speak of the weather and traveling conditions,
and to inquire about their health,
They told me to be interested in shopping and clothes,
and spend my time trying to catch a man,
They instructed me to comment on the latest news,
to agree with popular opinion, and avoid confrontation,
They taught me to share my latest worldly achievements,
but to do so with modesty,
They reminded me to compliment and complement,
and of course, to always be congenial and polite.
And all the while passion was searing my soul,
I wanted to scream my true feelings,
and speak of how shallow and blind they all were,
I sought to chide them for their petty their concerns,
I wished to cry out �Break free of convention!�
to shout that they did not have to conform,
I desired to tell them not to dwell on the corporal world,
and seek the liberation of their souls,
I longed to be free of society,
I yearned for a place to belong,
I was interested in Knowledge and seeking the ultimate Truth,
I wanted to inquire the meaning of life and find the path to
enlightenment,
I sought to discover myself,
to unravel the paradoxes of life, and learn of new dimensions,
I craved to bare my wounded spirit,
to share my shattered ideals and tattered dreams,
to confess how empty and pointless all life seemed,
I burned to ask for succour because I felt so lost,
to beg someone to really listen,
to ask if ANYONE could really understand me,
But I never did,
I shut my mouth and let my heart smolder on in silence,
my mind grapple alone,
my soul wander on weary and scarred,
because I didn�t want to burst the bubble of their frivolous thoughts,
to pierce the shallow veil around their paper doll lives,
and let harsh reality seep in to taint their ordered world . . . .
After all, being outspoken is not socially acceptable,
and real honesty isn�t polite.