Always circling.
Always pacing.
Back, Forth, Back, Forth.
Around. Around. Around.
Trapped within the limits of our tiny town.
Destined to live the circle.
Around. Around. Around.
I know you.
You know me.
By name,
By rep,
By clique,
By face.
You. Never. Change.
One entity.
One being.
Individuality becomes a trend.
And soon fades
Into the subtlety of conformity.
Wanna be smart?
Sure.
Wanna be cool?
Sure.
Wanna be bad?
Sure.
Wanna be you?
You….
Me? (Me?)
Who am I?
To say I am me.
Who am I?
To have my own personality.
Not me.
I, too, have fallen into the trap.
Of the teasing.
Of the pressure..
Of the constant KNOWING.
I know who you are.
I know what you do.
I know what you’re like.
I know where you’ve been.
Who.
What.
Where.
When.
But I don’t know WHY.
I ask.
I ask.
I ask again.
But you don’t even know.
Why do you…
I don’t know!
Why do you…
I don’t know!
Why do… Why do… I…?
Because I CHOOSE to.
It is MY choice to be me.
Was MY choice when there was nowhere to run.
Was MY choice when there was nowhere to hide.
Was MY choice, when all my hope had died…
But I ask.
Why do you?
You hear about leaders.
(Leaders?)
It tastes like…
Something forgotten.
Something lost.
It tastes.
Bitter.
It tastes.
Sweet.
No leaders here.
Or is there?
The hide.
They run.
They leave.
But no followers here.
They fight.
They run.
They bleed.
It is a chain.
A chain.
Is a chain.
No end.
No beginning.
No end.
A lethal, despairing trend.
I do this.
You do, too.
I’m unique.
But so are you.
She dresses wild.
They do, too.
He finds his style.
They do, too.
It NEVER ends.
Always circling.
Always pacing.
Back, Forth, Back, Forth.
Around. Around. Around.