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In what way are we normal. What constitutes to norm. What points us out as different When we opt not to conform. Is it simply that we're human, Each of us our own. What makes another person better.
Cross your t's and your heart, Be quiet and don't even start, Children should be seen, not heard, Their behavior is just absurd. Lie in bed and say your prayers, Eat your broccoli and your pears.
*set in a dystopian society* All my life encouraged, To do what is deemed 'best', Well what if I don't want to do, What won't get off my chest.
Caroline, you look so pretty in pink I think Carol Ann should wear this everyday but hey, Sarah looks great in black but if I was her I'd cut her hair back and did you see Amelia's eyes today.
I don't trust, And I don't preach, I listen to what, The highers teach. They say don't love, So I don't feel, For they mean best, And time will heal.
In what world am I 'perfect'. A silly thought, I know. You always say 'just blend on in', Get sucked into the flow. Can I be my own girl. A person by myself. In what world would you want that.
It's not much fun when you're a sheep, The only noise you make is 'bleat', The shepherds tell you what to do, You follow when the plan's askew.
Infinite nothingness Complete obscurity We pale in significance When choosing conformity Following trends A fashion obsession Afraid to be different Of change or invention We watch the same tv We...
You. Him. Her. Me. Everyone the same. Everyone searching, Crawling through this game, The soiled words of life, Told over and over again, OVERUSE IS FRACTURE. Now there is no meaning left. You. Him.
Stuck inside this modern jungle, Concrete everywhere. Meeting other people's standards, Lay before them bare. So much more than expectations, Weighing on my brow.
I tried to sing a song. Followed the words as best as I could. But then everyone told me. I wasn't singing it like I should. They took away my lyrics. And made me change my tone.
They walk the streets. They work all day In a average building In an average way. They ignore at the unique. They call then dreamers The only sweetness in their lives, Is in their coffee creamers.
Another day at school. I would like to say congratulations to my head teacher who has taken an Individualism away so that we can all look like personal robots of society.
Once, the world was whole and pure, A mystique aura of allure, Without there being FAKE, FAKE, FAKE, When there was give, not TAKE, TAKE, TAKE.
#nightdwellers One man went to mow Went to mow a meadow I don't know why he had to follow Had to follow some strange old fellow But now he's mowed his meadow He's mowed his meadow the same as that...
A grey baron waste land, dull replicated people, living synthetic lives. A conformists' world.
You see he is having an emotional breakdown. He began by laughing uncontrollably. Something which we just do not understand. He's now becoming a major liability. For reasons completely unknown to us.
Cookie-cutter people have never appealed to me. Fads come and go, and barely anybody truly sits back and watches as they pass, ignoring the deluge of their companions rushing to see what's new.
With effortless grace, they sail along. The Parisian walkways are filled with the fashionable and glamourous. Darkest glasses, Whitened teeth. A perfect photograph on every corner.
I'm drowning into a sea of consistency. I used to struggle to avoid a normal typical life. I would always try to stand out, be unique and as different as possible.
There's no way of knowing where i'm going. Instead of living i'm supposed to sit back; floating. Go with the flow and be patient, Stay seated in your proper station.