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Conformity

Why fit in, when you were born to stand out?

By Bria HutchisonPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

Sever my wings as I'm falling from grace,

Losing control and gaining disgrace,

I'm not a person and I'm barely a face,

Hearts put aside and thorns in their place.

Ever and always don't remember my name,

I'm not accustomed to playing this game,

You throw the pebbles but I get the blame,

Ninety ninth birthday and nobody came.

No one to praise you so don't even try,

Everyone tells you that you cannot fly,

Love is a hole and you're stuck in the sky,

Life says they're busy when you say goodbye.

Success is expensive and failure is free,

Society ignores what a blind man can see,

Turn the lock firmly and swallow the key.

Villains are human and heroes can bleed.

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Bria Hutchison

Aspiring. Eccentric. Haunting.

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    Written by Bria Hutchison