| Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word,
clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Shut your mouth, your
words aren't theirs, and in the name of openmindedness, all you can speak
are theirs, taking care with your actions, for all you can act is like
them. Should you defy, you are living in sin, against the norm, imposed
within. Silent scream, it can't come out, it can't be heard, for what it's
about. Starve it out, bleed it out...but never speak it out. Live in their
prison, but never complain, hush now, little one, not a word of the pain,
just starve it out, starve it all away, until you can't care. Apathetic
robot, doing as they say, cannot be different, cannot be sane, cannot be
free from so much pain. Bleed it out, starve it out, cry out loud, but
don't utter a word, of what it's about...fall to the floor, a lifeless
heap, lie on the floor and pray for sleep, that rarely comes and never
stays, that age old myth that conformity pays. But this way, you're
still OK. No crime yet, but against yourself, no harsh words or price to
pay. Picked up off the floor, of the prison they built, brushed off,
cleaned up, without any guilt. Lest to yourself, who you've cruelly
betrayed, still in this prison, that conformity made. And they say,
"Poor girl, I wonder what's wrong." Scream it out, cry it out, yell, rant and rave, closing the wounds that conformity gave. Open your mouth and speak what you see, never popular, but still so free. Knocked down, beat down, with words meant to tear, no longer in prison but no worse for the wear. Pick yourself up, you are no longer theirs, away from their world, there are no longer tears. Against the norm, you're living in sin, no longer confined by the rules within. The odd one out, a loon, freak, a fool, is what they will say, when you cease to live by their rule. Beat down, kicked out, driven insane, and you think about those days when conformity came. Could you go back to living their way, in silent despair, but without those words, meant to tear? Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Starve it out, bleed it out, same old song, they pick you up off the floor, and wonder what's wrong.
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