Before, I was young and naïve, oblivious to life’s social expectations. The realization of humanistic ideals never crossed my mind. Never would I have fathomed that humanity could degrade and label me as if I was just some object. Stipulating me, as I grew older, society claimed control over me. Being who you want to be is frowned upon. It felt as though that I had to meet society’s expectations before anything else. Intensely craving the surmise of others and their acceptance. Life can appear to be so irrelevant, when doing what your soul yearns for is seen as ludicrous. As the years lingered my path to self-discovery commenced. Day by day putting a piece of the puzzle together, destined to complete it. But my endeavors became unbearable, forcing me into an ultimatum. Compelling me to choose …show more content…
The dominance of my surroundings entangles me, preparing me for the worst. The disapproving looks, the discrete whispers as I saunter by petrifies me. The attacking eyes of others give me this overwhelming feeling of shame for portraying my personality. I cannot be myself, when the universe keeps taking complete control of my life decisions. Abruptly taking away my livelihood and my innocence in order for humanities approval. “I was told when I was older that all my fears shrink, but now I’m insecure and I care what people think” (TwentyOnePilots;