Conformity
Butting heads, locking horns
the difficult child of three
if any one was causing grief
It was always going to be me,
the stubborn chip
and that stubborn old block
never at ease we two
so I left and made a life for myself
far from the one you knew,
you pushed too hard
to tie me down
I went and you felt betrayed
you never saw my need to go
I could never see why you stayed
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