Scarlet

There is a fine line drawn between right and                                              wrong.  

Just as fine as the hair from your head. The line is drawn

in such faded ink – unsharpened pencil. It                                     is easy

to mistake the line for a stray mark, an unidentified boundary.

It is easy to start down an unconventional road, just to be different,

only to realize that it’s morally incorrect - once, of course, it

seems entirely too late to turn back; to set things right.

It is a gray area – lacking black and white – far from color.

P        e        o        p        l         e,

    S         o        c       i          e        t         y –

They decide that you must distinguish right from wrong anyhow,

regardless of the difficulty.

Their expectations never falter.

I’ve decided what’s right and wrong in my head.

It doesn’t match everyone else’s suppositions, but, hey, does that really matter?

I thought we were to figure it out for ourselves.

If that’s true, why am I judged so harshly for what I do?

People think they’re God, that’s why.

People are narcissistic – believing that their way is the

only way.

They’d be dumbfounded to hear that they’re wrong.

This is a wake-up call.                                    If you’re like this, you’re wrong.

Point blank.

It’s not like I walk around committing murder,

I don’t rape people, or torture them.

I’m not purposefully inflicting pain on others.

It just goes along with being a daughter,

It goes along with being a teenager,

It goes along with being a human.

It goes along with living.

My decisions affect you no more than your decisions affect me.

Therefore, don’t point fingers,

          don’t throw blame,

don’t automatically assume I’m the source of evil,

          don’t judge me,

don’t put yourself above me.

That’s not your place.

But honestly, neither is it mine to be preaching, and that’s not the way I wish to fill these pages.

Just respect; that’s my only request.

So, I’m done.