This is a poem about being your own person because these chains have locked the thoughts in my brain to make them sit there and fester in pain but the strain is pulling much too hard like a traveling bard headed across a plane of existence within the cerebral cortex of those who have listened to the restriction and those who have conformed to the mold of “society”– isn’t fitting in with the norm getting old? Well, break the mold; be yourself. But Sir, I want to be cool, I want to be with my friends and not have them call me a fool. I wanna be myself and yet also like everyone else I want to wear my Nikes and say just do it and have already done it. I don’t want to be materialistic and yet with all these popular brands I must stick with Abercrombie and Fitch with Beats and Victoria’s Secret–but what her secret is–she likes guys who show themselves and don’t copy others and try to be someone else; so now my friends would rather be in “a game instead of up in a tree bound to their seats by an alternative reality that lives within our minds in a league of legends” than with the league of their friends; they’d rather stick with those who are popular and those who blend. I have come so far to try and find myself and yet it is still so easy to get lost in this world because in today’s world we cut what we need to; we bleed where we have to; we add what we need with a million different surgeries just to be pretty and we still believe that when we fit the mold of perfect it is still not enough; we need to lie to ourselves, tell each other “Oh, I’m not pretty,” to play the power game, to attract attention to our flaws that make us individuals, to follow all laws not set in stone but set in the gray matter of our minds that is what binds to the tweets and statuses of those around and to show how much we fuss over our physical appearance that we forget those mannerisms that your parents believed in that of showing your true self hiding in plain sight pretending to be someone else to fit in to the brand labeled by society as hip or cool take the knife of change away from the surgeons of this century and use it to burst the sporange (and you thought nothing rhymed with orange) a sack of spores let those spores of knowledge infect society with the roots of change to be themselves and never be plain to break the mold we just need to learn to hold this knowledge with in our cranium. Take these words and pass them on at the minimum; using your own mind is the key to being truly free in this present day’s society; so keep your mind focused on who you are and how you can get there, and break free of this mold set by us.
Thank you
