personality fish

So, I am stranded within an ocean

filled to the horizon with a blue so haunting.

Swirled waves and sweet sounds seethe whispers,

like promises of sirens preaching pride and contentment.

So, I am drawn towards an ocean

swarmed with life and death alike.

The fish have traits that talk to each other,

calling upon craze to collect and catch them.

So, I am expected to swim in an ocean

and feed on the fish that feel so disconnected from freedom.

They swim because they're told that they must,

and that they need to fulfill whatever wish was wrongly placed in their heads.

So, I am expected to need the fish in an ocean

to satiate societal standards that I need to be seen as something by someone.

Though my body may reject the red flesh of the fish,

I was told I need to take the fish.

So, I grasp at the fish in an ocean

with a weak and frantic need to wield fish that are valuable.

If I caught most fish I would mean more to the world,

but I don't think I'd mean more to me.

So, I look back at the ripples in an ocean

that I created by my twitches trying to take the fish.

I understand my weakness was wanting the fish,

so I quit chasing and trying and choose to swim away.

So, I swim against the waves in an ocean

that crash and crack my skin and eyes with cries of craze.

The more I push, the harder it holds me here,

and I begin to wonder if I will wash past the waves.

or, will I breathe them in?

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