- Emily Dickinson
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst, agonized and clear.
You always see those movies where the "weirdo" tries everything to fit in, but then it is always the popular person that is tired of being so loved. I do not know about the preps because I go more with the outcasts. I know that empty feeling of being alone. I know what it feels like to be unloved. Despite that fact I--oposing Dickinson--have gotton over it. Maybe I have just grown calloused to love; maybe I have just discovered what is really important to me. I am not sure.
Getting back to my original point, I know how important it is for "losers" to "win". I have never been a prep, but I am sure they do not care as much about "winning" as the outcasts do. So I guess I am actually agreeing with Dickinson. I am surprised.