Stereotypes Poem

why be different? you may dare to ask, but question to you is, why bow down and look like an ass? after the stench of the alchohol lifts and the headache subsides, there will still be all your friends effected right by your side, now im not saying that these are rules by which anybody has to abide, juss saying that when you just give in to fit in it makes you look like a donkeys hide, if your a good friend of mine and that happens, in my eyes, all you stand upon is a giant bookstack of lies, this may be a hard pill to swallow for some, but then again if it is, you are probably the one, that im trying to reach with this poem, so dont grab my words like dead leaves and throw them, instead embrace them and try and understand what i write, maybe you just dont have what im saying in your sight, but if you just give in to the stereotype, all you are in my eyes is something that just isnt quite right. THATS REAL.