Conformity Rebellion
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Cheering, they chant for the one they want
Prince! Prince! Prince!
Who is the prince that they want?
Self-approval never seemed so satisfying
Than in a world, upheld by the lie,
that public outcry,
Was the true measure, of truth's worth:
Virtue in it's true form.
Words of truth, hold no weight
I get to decide my own destiny.And if I want to be a rebel without a cause then so be itbecause in the end I won't live my life with any regret.I don't want to live in fear. Fearing what life will bring for mebecause I didn't want learn how to fly
As I started to pass through
I started to transform
I started to pretend
I started to hide
I failed myself
Not what I was
But what I became
I learned from my mistakes
I retaught myself
The door slams with a tremendous “Wham!”
A flood of tears breaks through the dam
and her mascara runs….
She’s had it up to here
And it’s time for her final soliloquy…
