anti conformity
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Self-approval never seemed so satisfying
Than in a world, upheld by the lie,
that public outcry,
Was the true measure, of truth's worth:
Virtue in it's true form.
Words of truth, hold no weight
I wished once
To soar like a bird.
A bird which
knew of everything.
For the rest of the wings
learned to follow
only these feathers
all their lives.
Yet why is it?
I don't know when I first realized it,
But when I did it all made sense.
I am not what the world sees me as,
I am whoever I want to be.
I have the capability to do what ever I want.
Don’t put me in your box
‘Cause I’ll burst out toward the skies
All the edges and cardboard walls
Can’t hide my unprejudiced eyes.
Been hiding from the world
Been hiding from myself
A fat and eerie
Dark and dreary
Blue-eyed crow named Dearie
Sang the song of life
And added a little strife
As it perched on the blade of a knife.
Who can say,
Even in our day,
We are all stranded in a deserted dominion
Opressed by one's self, that's fact not opinion
We take for granted what at glance is obvious and true
For when we question is when we get the full view
