Conform

Conform they say

You'll be just fine

Hide the truth away

It's only  a matter of time

 

Society has clipped my wings

I can no longer fly

No happiness this brings

Some days I'd rather die

 

This place is dark and cold

I want to get out

No matter what false hope I'm sold

I still have this doubt

 

This mask has been sewn to my face

Oppressing the largest part of me

 I must keep reminding myself who I am just in case

I start to see what they see

 

Fitting in is trying to survive

I play as a pawn in their world

Just to stay alive

Craving love and acceptance like any other girl

 

Conforming to the norm

No place to truly feel at home

Though this is the way we were born

Our masks have hidden us from our own

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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