Bee Thesame

Bee was her name, Her last, Thesame, She wanted to be special So she had a facial For her personality; Couldn’t stand normality. She went to the bookstore To read more About the human way, So she’d have a say In what went on With her program. What she found was cruel It was quite a duel, Between what she felt things ought to be And what society wanted her to see. So desolated, So ill-minded, She could not stand the thought Of being caught In the twister of conformity. Thus she chose eternity And became immune To all the wrong of humanity. She became a writer And lived a life, much brighter. Never did she fear again Acting like Bee Thesame, She was different now Cause she knew exactly how.