Zoo

I feel like an animal in a victorian zoo, trapped in a tiny cage, trapped behind bars. I want to get out but If I did where would I go? I feel confined by the unspoken rules of modern ediquite, restrained by forces I can feel, but cannot see. How did the current rankings of everyday teenagers come to be? Is there anyway to topple the forces of the popular? The unknow is still out there and still undiscovered. You know who your true friends are when you make a move for them to back you up in, then turn around and find yourself alone. To avoid danger in life, we must live alone with the door locked and the curtains closed. I am a fly, drifting towards a light, confused and entranced. With out my writing I would fall to peices, am I going mad? Writing to no one, and writing to everyone. Where is the exit from this tangled labyrinth of my mind? Scared yet brave, in a group yet alone, all my thoughts contradicting eachother in one big whirl pool of unhappyness.
Softly falling, silently drifting off in to the unkown of my world.