You rebel
Unconventional to your own standards 
Of what being means.
Because its the only freedom
You can believe 
When you're binding yourself
By all the rules
And guilt
Given to you by society,
Religion, elders and facts. 
Where's the questioning,
Where's the daring to be,
The test in your own limits 
And the push against your own conformity that you refuse to see. 
Where is the open mind
You claim you have?
Who are you without it all? 
Who are you without you? 
Can you push the boundaries 
To greet yourself on the edge of reason,
To love yourself on the cusp of unconditional adorations.
Can you?