Benchmark
Every day I refused to conform,
causing conflict, but what is the norm,
who's to say and anyway,
in a teacup no more than a storm,
but why should they hold sway?
Every time I was so inclined
to step out of line, they'd remind,
hoping to prevail,
altho' I was not resigned,
someone would assail.
(Good luck with that, but keep it under your hat)
On rare occasions, the subject broached,
I was appreciated and approached,
for what I did by being me,
and yet, who else was I supposed to be?
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