#writersrant

Is my insanity causing delusions?

Or is sanity believing someone else's illusions?

I constantly force a reserved expression,

my churning rage stays in repression,

until my logical mind starts succession.

You can't force rationality on an irrational mind,

before thoughts start to twist and wind,

and reality bends through the passage of time.

Self-aware and mindful,

I know judgement is blind behind a blindfold.

Always stay reserved,

especially when unnerved,

or even deserved.

But repression doesn't change perception,

and in my perception I see deception.

Sobriety in a drunken society,

that has forgotten piety,

makes me question psychiatry.

Those who criticize the most,

have the most skeletons to boast.

Those who claim the most morals,

always end up in the most quarrels.

I keep my distance,

because in my resistance,

I can at least maintain consistence.

Let me get back to the reality of my emotions,

This morning, I read a Time magazine interview with Stephenie Meyer in which she said that she doesn’t think people should look for role models in fiction.

            Oh. Okay.

            Because it’s not like fictional characters can speak to readers or anything. It’s not like we can always rely on our favorite characters to be there for us, even when people come and go and change.

            I recently finished reading Les Misérables, and yesterday, when I had to give a speech in my government class about equal opportunity, I walked up to that podium thinking about Enjolras, and how he would totally make everyone in the room stop and listen to every word he said. And that gave me the strength to get up there and talk without throwing up.

            It’s prom season, and I’ve tried to awkwardly bring up prom around some boys I’d like to ask me, hoping they’ll see the hint, and regardless of their answers, regardless of what happens, I keep reminding myself to just be like Scarlett O’Hara – I need to stay sassy, and never give a damn.

            I think every woman should have a little bit of Elizabeth Bennet in her somewhere.

            I respect and admire Sydney Carton for giving everything for love, and Jane Eyre for being strong. Alice inspired me to search for my own adventures. Hermione Granger made me realize that smart girls really are the coolest girls. Frodo Baggins taught me that even the smallest, most unlikely people can do amazing things. I’ve learned how to be a good friend from the characters of The Outsiders and The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

            Real people might be the ones writing the words, but it’s the characters who speak to us. Fictional characters inspire us, but never judge us. They never put us down if we don’t meet our goals, and they never abandon us, no matter what.