My reflection,
Is an illustration,
Of depression,
Due to high expectations,
From a population,
Looking for perfection.
Wanting an alteration,
In my disposition.
Demanding an adjustion,
In my configuration.
They're against variation,
Against distinction.
However there will be no conformation,
I will not give in to adaption.
I will be the aberration.
And now when I see my reflection,
I see determination,
And satisfaction.
Despite the strong conviction,
Of a screwed up nation.
