Measure me,
To make sure I fit into your perfect world,
Where everything and everyone is the same,
Size, me up so that I recognize the standards I must meet,
So that I can see the hidden boundaries I shouldn't cross or pursue;
Show me what to do –
How to stand, where to put my hands,
How to hold my head, and where to place my feet instead,
Of someone else, choose me
To be a part of your anarchy.

Prepare me,
To be fixed,
To be cleansed of my flaws and all the qualities that made me special,
I am not, what I was taught to be,
Controlled, yes, that will reveal the best of me.
But first I must be made into something entirely,
Different, from what I use to be;
Less than an individual,
Less than a human being.
Clothe me in the suit of your mentality,
Stitched with the thread of your principalities,
Armed with the knowledge that I belong to you and not to me.

Teach me,
To conform to the world in which others seem to belong,
Because I’ve been the outcast,
Born with the disease of individuality,
And in this condition I won’t live long.
So I’m done holding on to the ideas that were installed in me,
I’m ready to walk in line with the others who make up this Modern day society.