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I live among prying peers Telling me which way to steer They’re all I can hear So to garner cheers In their direction I veer I thought if I stayed still They wouldn’t see me So I took a pill So I could be me But that didn’t free me Once I was needing Constant feeding So I join civilization And see their indications Pointing towards temptations To provide societal placation They send me To the trendy Intending To amend me The conformity Is informing me Changing horribly To what I see normally My confirmation of conformation Is in observations of obfuscation In this iteration of integration Where I conform for calibration I’m willing to be wrong To belong Can I be strong Singing another’s song? I want to fit in So I sit in Places I’m whipped in Hatred I’m dipped in In a crazed conniption I’ve had a painful life Under their knife Giving me strife To make me right In their light Consumed by conformity Society absorbing me Changing enormously To the form I see I hate what I’ve become At their behest So I load my gun And join the rest I’ve become an automaton Building atomic bombs To drop on the calm Who don’t sing my song
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Conformity
I live among prying peers Telling me which way to steer They’re all I can hear So to garner cheers In their direction I veer I thought if I stayed still They wouldn’t see me So I took a pill So I could be me But that didn’t free me Once I was needing Constant feeding So I join civilization And see their indications Pointing towards temptations To provide societal placation They send me To the trendy Intending To amend me The conformity Is informing me Changing horribly To what I see normally My confirmation of conformation Is in observations of obfuscation In this iteration of integration Where I conform for calibration I’m willing to be wrong To belong Can I be strong Singing another’s song? I want to fit in So I sit in Places I’m whipped in Hatred I’m dipped in In a crazed conniption I’ve had a painful life Under their knife Giving me strife To make me right In their light Consumed by conformity Society absorbing me Changing enormously To the form I see I hate what I’ve become At their behest So I load my gun And join the rest I’ve become an automaton Building atomic bombs To drop on the calm Who don’t sing my song
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andrew-rueter
30/M/Kentucky
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
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