Peace and Quiet.

Peace and quiet.
Alone with nature,
Sort of
Alone with my thoughts;
Drowning in myself,
Setting with the sun,
Flying in the wind,
Flowing with the rivers and the seas.
Renegading my new, already old self,
The self I thought would bring me,
Peace and quiet.
Realizing I can only truly be one thing;
Me.
Unapologetically.
You'd think I'd already figured that out,
That society was beyond me
But I fell victim, to the pressures, of conforming and behaving
To a certain extent, I thought that would bring me
Peace and quiet.
I thought wrong.
I fell prey, to my insecurities
In a way, my inability, to embrace my insanity,
Drove me insane, insanely uncomfortable, uneasy
With my own self --
Incompatibility.
I can't match my being with what is "supposed to be"
I guess I should give up the search for
Peace and quiet.
Or search deeper within myself;
Contemplating, reflecting, reevaluating;
Concluding.
That I can never be more or less than who I already am:
Chaotic, raw, consistent in my madness
Regardless of who is looking
They never see the same thing.
But I see me and I guess that's the only way I'm gonna find
Peace and quiet.