I am totally unbalanced while standing on my own two feet. I feel the need to express my inner flower child, yet I it is crushed and forced to hide beneath bloody, screaming walls. Every hippy I have come across, except for a few amazing ones, has rejected me; not at first but eventually I have felt shunned and totally unaccepted. Maybe it was my fault but whatever. Unfortunately my friends are not hippies, the reason it is unfortunate is because real hippies stand for peace of mind, body and soul, love of all creatures and music and have a real joy of life. I was once a true flower child, now I am a poser, a lonely depressed, confused child who knows what she is but is forced to conceal it from her family and good friends. If my close loved ones knew half the stuff I have done, I would be in therapy and shunned. All I want is to attend some bitching shows, make art, dress comfortably in natural loose attire and smell fresh flowers in my hair while dancing in an open grassy field. That is my bliss, my Zion.
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