confromity
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I was tired of the conformity,
I had finally found myself.
The braids hid the real me,
Long and black,
Suffocating my true self.
The words were thrown,
Like blows from hands,
You have no hair,
Facades, masks, disguises,
we live in a world filled with lies.
All the fibs we tell,
we are never truly ourselves.
Conformity,
the rules set by society,
