Authenticity

I harbored no resentment
Towards society,
Given that I didn't fit
Into its confines.  

I had long ago adjusted
To that fact.

The constant dance
Between belonging and exclusion,
A repeated refrain.

A nomad in the vast wilderness
Of masked conformity.

Seeking solace in the embrace
Of isolation.

Knowing all too well
The wistful yearning
For connection.

But still, I thrived
In the margins.

Unfolding narratives
Of my own creation.

Invisible, but not insignificant.

In this tapestry of existence
I found my solace.

A quiet revolution
Against the world's noise.

Where others saw discontent
I saw liberation.

In the spaces
Where society abandoned me,

I discovered my true self.

Unhindered by the chains
Of expectations and trends

My spirit soared

Away from the tangle
Of belonging,

And into the limitless expanse
Of self-awareness.

Though society may not claim me
As its own,

I find solace in knowing
That I never really belonged.

Because within that realization
I unlocked the power
Of my own authenticity.