About a year ago, I was bored and decided I wanted to edit some random photos. I found some cool photos of eyes and then I put what I thought about when I looked into the eyes in the photo. This is how In society’s eyes began, with these.
This photo is my favorite.
I then began to build up the story. After creating the basis of the story, I didn’t know really if I wanted to write it or not. It seemed very challenging but I have now accepted that challenge and began writing the first chapter not too long ago. I don’t really want to tell too much about the plot because I’d rather it be a surprise. Plus, I’m really bad at making descriptions for my stories…
But I have this sneak peek for ya’ll, it’s an introduction/prologue kind of thing. Enjoy.
I am who I am. Nothing can really change that. I can act as if I am changed but I really am not changed at all. At least that’s what I thought. That’s what teachers, parents, friends, and family tell you. Be yourself. Love yourself. I did that. I tried my best. But it’s difficult when you’re in a situation of a bunch of self centered teenagers who think the whole world revolves around social networks and popularity. I thought that I was different. I thought that I could never be changed to think like them. I thought everyone who thought like the kids at my school were brainwashed idiots…
But I found out I was wrong.
I was so wrong.
Humans are no different than wolves, or frankly any animal that is pack-orientated. We just want to stay with the pack, not be abandoned or become an outcast. Humans love the feeling of belonging. They love the feeling of mattering to other people. Being important. But sometimes in a wolf pack, there is a wolf that becomes a loner. He is kicked out of the pack, and runs away to start his own new life, all on his own. I thought I was like the loner wolf. I didn’t listen to what everyone else thought, and I was different. So therefore, I was exiled. I didn’t want to be a part of any sort of clique, or conform to the ways of the average teenager. I thought I was so special and unique to not be in a clique, and to not play the game like everybody else did. I was going to be the only one to go to a big university, get a good career, and everyone else was going to fail and realize how stupid they were. How dumb they were to mess with me, how dimwitted they acted about not talking outside of their cliques. I was going to prove them so wrong in the future.
It’s hard not to conform.
When you see how happy the ‘normal’ people were.
When you sat alone in the back of the cafeteria, awkwardly eating your food as fast as you could.
When you see all the things you could be.
It just seems to matter so much.
And that’s what happened to me.
I used to be someone that tried my best to stay out of the groups. Stay away and be who I was.
But it wasn’t working.
Sure, I was happy about myself.
But nobody else was.
So I conformed. I joined a clique that I thought would bring me to the top of the popularity charts.
And it did.
And I became someone I never thought I would be.
I became so involved in my own little world, it was all that mattered to me.
I became my own worst nightmare.
But I enjoyed it.
I started to not think about how other people felt when I mocked them
I started to ignore the people that made me who I am today
I wasn’t myself anymore.
But I didn’t realize that.
Maybe it was because I was torn down for so long, and once I felt as if I had power, I went insane. I finally had the supremacy that I always secretly wished I had.
I was what they wanted me to be.
Not what I wanted to be.
But I blocked out my own voice, and instead listened to others.
Because in society’s eyes,
I was victorious.
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