Any Questions?
Why is it that people are so afraid of change?
Do they actually find a sense of comfort in the prosaic and predictable?
How is that a way to live?
Is it even a way to live?
Is survival merely to get by and not take risks and put food on the table?
Where’s the fun in that?
Why is it that people are so afraid of diversity?
Would they rather live in a world where everyone looks, thinks, and acts the same?
Would they legitimately enjoy that?
Would they legitimately enjoy conversing with, befriending, dating, and wedding people who are practically carbon copies of themselves?
How is that different from narcissism?
Why is it that people are so afraid of divergence from conformity and individuality?
Do they think we are all born only to act the same?
How would that even be possible?
Could that even be possible?
Why do I ask so many questions?
Am I overthinking life?
Or am I not thinking hard enough?
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vseidner
Hiiiiii! I'm Vanessa! I'm seventeen and a senior in high school. I love, love, LOVE to write and I like to explore different topics. Check out my most recent poem, Knuckles, which is about evolving and fighting a fear head on (for the-you guessed it-Fight the Fear Scholarship Slam). Also read Lukewarm Avidity, which is *gasp* NOT about me! Even though I included "I's"! It's just told through another girl's perspective. Hint hint: it's from a show I'm lucky to have come across, Standards, which I think is kind of funny, since it's about how all the media I've consumed has made my standards for men impossibly high. See if you can guess who I'm referring to! (There are four), Contentment, where I explore what it would be like to be in a long term relationship with someone, Domesticity, which is about my possible inner thoughts about settling down with someone when I graduate college, La Vida, which is in Spanish! (wow), I Would Like, where I took a risk and created a poem entirely of dialogue, Any Questions? Which is really deep and meaningful, man, and Thanks: An Open Letter to Everyone Who Has Wronged Me. It's for the O Captain, My Captain Contest. Who knew that bullies could teach you so much? Have a great day!
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