Socialization and 'The Misanthrope'


 I don't like interacting with people, 

As I don't like what they make me look like and how they shape me in their mental frame, 

Later how they portray me in their gossip circle.

I don't like interacting with people who themselves are shallow,

As they can make me acting like them, 

Some people will always bring you down to their level- If you are too much involved,

I don't like the way I have to brag of every lil things to them, 

I don't like me either when I am around with them! 

I wish there was no reason to interact with unaware peoples, I wish I could stay secluded from all those obscenity, 

It's insane! 

But, there is no way around, 

As love it or hate it, 

I have to deal with people I don't like,

I wonder why- the more I age the more I dislike people,

And, the circle of closer people is getting smaller day by day-And, oh damn! I like to live with myself alone, 

As then I don't have to pretend who I am in every scenarios, 

As I don't have to say and do things which I don't intend to do so,

The more you get to know people, 

The more you start to dislike them,

Each day- more and more,

When I am secluded and all by myself, 

I don't need to play a role, 

I am tired of playing the 'Ubermensch' in the fragmented self, longing to become a 'Whole'.

I think I am a misanthrope but I like humanity, 

Do all the humane things for people yet stay detached from all those vile interactions, 

This thing disconnects me from the world that I do not want to belong! 

I don't find joy in belittling others yet I have to, 

As peace comes with equity but there ain't any in this unjust world where you can't be true to yourself- where you merely can grow or evolve!

In this super complex society you are always playing a 'character' in some people's chapter in some seasons, Shaping them or yourself, 

It disinterest me when ungentle and cunning people shapes me, Unfortunately I am not out of this socialization too! And, I have to endure it just to survive, 

Survive the world, survive the unfortunate situations and above all survive my own miseries. 

Just so I can live a life I dreamt of, Maybe oneday I'll live so! I have a dream,

A dream- To be free of all cages, 

The iron cages- that both me and others have built that I need to cross! 


©® Farheen 

Time Frame-12:44 pm, Mirpur Cantonment. 


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