<center> TV, computers and lousy CDs Telling me things that I ought to be Reality makes us belong to a group Reverting back to primordial soup Shape us and change us ‘till we fit the mold Soon we’ll be brainwashed and do as we’re told Original thoughts have been left at the door Odd, strange, unique don’t mean a thing anymore Turn in your courage, your feelings, your pride Thrust into the crowd, there’s nowhere to hide Sell your integrity, lose your ideals Sure, it don’t matter how anyone feels Become a rebel, like all the others Beat on your sisters and spit on your brothers Televisions says that everything’s fine Trapping you into not have a spine Idolize people you see on TV Ingesting the images they want you to see Diversity’s noble but much too extreme Differences are sadly just part of the scheme Tell us it’s new and improved and unique Try to pass off your new clone as a freak Follow the trends, be part of the scene Fuck your opinions, just buy the CD If you want to be cool, you must play the guitar Indifference and pain will make you a star Buy some new shoes, become one of the pack Beautiful people do cocaine and smack Kill your emotions, be angry and loud Kurt Cobain would be so very proud Drink and smoke pot, just ‘cause you can Destroy the temple, turn it to sand Your cold, rigid body doesn’t feel pain anymore Youthful innocence has become such a bore There is no escape from the pain and the fear Try to find solace in oceans of tears Living a life when you’re essentially dead Losing the battle with a gun to your head </center>
Reason for writing:
In 16 days I'm leaving for college. I feel as though I'm being forced into a place I don't want to go, a.k.a the real world. I despretly don't want to conform to societys expectations, and I just want to enjoy life, but I can't see anyway of doing this. This poem was inspired by the wisdom of the <a href= http://www.eden.com/~zendik/>Zendik Tribe</a> and paticularly the poem <a href=http://www.eden.com/~zendik/superman.html>Superman is Paralyzed</a>
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