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Mirror, Mirror

Mirror mirror, on the wall

Who’s the most rebellious of them all?

Leader-types?

Jocks?

Cheerleaders? Oh my…

Or is it the band nerds?

Or the kids in the corner getting high?

Nowadays it’s cooler to take the non-conformist rout

But then that becomes conformity,

Not rebelling to any degree

If we are all going against the grain,

What is a non-conformist?

A drinker?

A smoker?

An artist?

A musician?

Somebody trying to be different?

But then people think

Drinker becomes a bad influence.

Smoker is automatically a grimy kid.

Artists are too dramatic.

Musicians symbolize arrogance.

Different becomes attention seeking.

There really are no true rebels until you look at those quiet observers

The kids who refuse to drink,

Smoke,

Act out,

Draw attention to themselves

They become rebellious

But only by not rebelling

So do these things make me a rebel?

Or do they make me Me?

Now do we see the flaws

In our society?

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May 25, 2013
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