Wilde Disappointments

Wilde Disappointments

I sometimes wonder

If I have

Somehow

Disappointed Oscar Wilde

By finding

Beauty

In the

Mundane

And useful things

In this world.

Then I remember

That the real disappointment

Is the world

Who taught him

That beauty is

Limited

In some way.

Pink Socks; Black Shoes

I slipped my sensible black shoes over my pink socks.

The words "She believed she could, so she did" were completely covered by the shoes and the long slacks.

I was suddenly stuck with how this was a metaphor for my life.

I was always hiding what was bright and flashy from the outside world.

Always pretending to be dumb. Always hiding my accomplishments.

I was always told

That this was the proper thing to do.

That I wouldn't want to make everyone uncomfortable.

But...I make them uncomfortable anyway, don't I?

Why should I hide my color? Or even my scars for that matter?

Why should I lessen myself so others can feel important?

I walk down the street feeling every much the freak I am despite me looking exactly how society wants me to look.

I think its time to let those pink socks show.