I drown in a sea of conformists. I drown yet everyone watches. I drown yet no one cares. I could be wrong; They care enough to point and jeer. They care enough to look with fear. They even care enough to label me evil. But what did I do wrong? Why am I so repulsed by these beings. Why am I so out of place? It's simple; Societies grip on humankind. Societies grip on your mind. Societies grip makes you blind. Societies grip is your bind. And I can't change it; no one can. All I can do is live my life. All I can look to is embracing my death. For I can't change; and no one can make me.
Reason for writing:
Societies harsh view of me because of the way I dress, whom
I interact with, etc. I like this poem; it explains my
plight.
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