Let me be somebody new
An invented character of my own imagination
Someone less boring with a cool tattoo
Or someone from a fictional destination
Someone with morals slightly bent
Or at least ones lower than my own
Who spends more time going out with friends
And less time being on their phone
Someone with a carefree charm
Who can pull anyone that they so like
Who can flirt and tease and do no harm
At least none that they’ll care about after tonight
Someone who doesn’t really care
What others have to think or say
Who’ll wear bold looks and dye their hair
And rock a new aesthetic every day
So let me be somebody new
At least just for the sake of writing
To fictionalize from foreign point of view
With my conscience clean and heart in hiding
Lately I’ve been wanting to write from other people’s point of view, but I’ve been conflicted about doing so. I don’t want to write about any person or people in particular, but simply about anyone who isn’t me. Though I feel that if I were to write about a struggle I have not personally experienced, then I might be undermining the experience of someone else, and I don’t want that. I’ve also thought of writing about experiences that I have had, except exaggerating them for the sake of dramatic effect, but that, too, feels dishonest.
Sometimes I feel as though my life is too boring. That if maybe I were more carefree or rebellious, then life would be more exciting. That I would have more friends, more fun, and maybe even a romantic interest (one could only dream haha). But even that wouldn’t feel like me.
So I figure that the only way for me to write from a different perspective without any guilt is by consciously acknowledging that I am not writing as myself, but as a fictional (and likely unnamed) character, and by making that known to the reader. This way, I feel as though I’m being honest and open to myself and to others. No lies. Just fiction. Because that’s what writers do; sometimes they just write fiction.
Now that’s something that I can get behind.
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