Listening,
And listening
As it all gets to your brain.
Your wheels turning
As you become a social slave.
Your hair was pretty-straight,
But everyone thought you looked dull.
So you curled it-
You styled it.
Satisfied everyone-
Not none.
Your jeans were really baggy-
They made Everyone frown.
You threw them,
And bought tight ones.
And turned their frowns-
Into appreciating smirks.
You didn't gossip-
It wasn't your thing.
Gossip mongers weren't your friends.
But you let them get to you.
And gossiped-
As you became Them.
You weren't them-
A crowd of judgmental jerks!
You weren't them-
Who evilly smirked.
You weren't Their norm,
You were Unique.
But one look from them,
Made you weak.
It crushed your firmness-
You let Them through your walls.
You became them,
And with them-
You fall.
And become what We-
Uniqueness feared.
A societal norm-
A social slave.
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Social Slave
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