Society
When I try to blend in
They tell me to preserve my identity
Don’t try too hard; don’t be a wannabe
If I be myself, I stick out like a weed
Or am labeled a rebel
Who makes the rules and boundaries
Don’t see anybody with a blinding halo
Your guardians and nuances befuddle me
And I cannot kowtow to thee
You’re a conundrum to me, society
Written on:09/21/2016
Contest:What is society
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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