Conformity
Why fit in, when you were born to stand out?
Sever my wings as I'm falling from grace,
Losing control and gaining disgrace,
I'm not a person and I'm barely a face,
Hearts put aside and thorns in their place.
Ever and always don't remember my name,
I'm not accustomed to playing this game,
You throw the pebbles but I get the blame,
Ninety ninth birthday and nobody came.
No one to praise you so don't even try,
Everyone tells you that you cannot fly,
Love is a hole and you're stuck in the sky,
Life says they're busy when you say goodbye.
Success is expensive and failure is free,
Society ignores what a blind man can see,
Turn the lock firmly and swallow the key.
Villains are human and heroes can bleed.
About the Creator
Bria Hutchison
Aspiring. Eccentric. Haunting.
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