Conform
It's a constant battle with oneself and society,
with a ridiculous amount of severe anxiety.
Why is it such a big priority,
to live in this world of propriety?
To get through life, you have to pay a fee.
Conformity, it's the one and only key.
You need the paper, you need the degree.
But what use is it, when you're not free?
To blindly follow what society ask of thee,
is something of a mystery to me.
Without the need to fit in, to just be,
should always be the greatest quality.
In this world there is so much variety,
but still, people look down on sobriety.
Who says they have the authority,
to judge another's personality?
Sadly, this is the ugly reality,
a world without equality.
Why is it such a big priority,
to live in this world of conformity?
What use is it, when you're not free?
Copyright © Timmy Burchard | Year Posted 2015
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