Surrounded... by female suburbia

Looking for the other words,
the ones profound, deep and vague
to cover the stinging truths.

I've realized lately that truth is relative,
very much spirited
by the reality we can actually handle -
the essences our fragility will bear.

I feel sad for the inability to conform,
and disgusted that I should feel so.

I hate that power the envelopes me,
that I've afforded to such people,
who have no respect or regard
for anything other than themselves.

I am not a fish out of water.
I am a fish with legs
who wishes never to go back.