{"sf1_id":428265,"sf2_id":"XekYP97n","title":"Inverse Dissonance","author":"TigressOfKarma","words":103,"posted_at":"2012-09-09T01:16:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Poetry","dissonance","inverse"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/428265-inverse-dissonance","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekYP97n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/62/25/6225b651-1212-499b-8faa-433668e9bb7d","description":"Just a little poem to get some stuff off my chest.","content":"These are things that happen to us.\n\nWhen we cannot be ourselves,\n\nThen what do we really have left?\n\nWe are trapped by the burning stigmas of right and wrong.\n\nThis line in the sand, can we erase it completely?\n\nAs though it never existed, and start our lives over.\n\nEven when we cry out against the churning crowds,\n\nThe lines that mark our bounds,\n\nCannot be washed away.\n\nMy lone voice whispers to myself,\n\nOf times of carefree trials.\n\nChildhood was my only crime,\n\nAnd I cringe against the memories.\n\nWe bend and break and repair,\n\nTo the rythym of inverse dissonance.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}