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D.A.R.E to Resist Conformity

Conform: (verb) - to shape in accordance with; to make like, as with the law or customs of society.

Ah.. middle school.
Three fast years of growth.
Desperately wanting to be "cool,"
You subconsciously give up your worth.
The worth of your morals and creativity,
Only to blend in physically.
What is gained from that?
Set yourself apart and find your craft.
In athletics and art,
In dance and academics,
In music and in writing.
Resist the temptation to fit molds,
Others have set for you.
D.A.R.E-
To resist conformity.

Details In the Fabric

What is it that you're trying to tell me?
I've been reading in between the lines
And still, you say that's too broad.
"Look for the picture within the picture,"
You whisper.
So I take a look at the Details In the Fabric,
Staring intently at your well constructed garments,
And still I'm blinded.
Unable to see what intentions you have for us.
Is there an us,
Or simply you and I?
I can tell you enjoy being chased,
But can't you hear me panting and shuffling along?
Visibly exhausted, tired of this adolescent game.
Tempted to walk away..

But you,
You know what you're doing.
Twisting and tangling me around your finger,
While these Pretty Winged insects
Flutter around in my stomach and lift me into this,
Your Wonderland.

Giving Up

Giving up,
It's not as difficult as Mr. Hathaway sings.
Looking in your eyes I can see,
Our stars have lost their shine.
Another Big Bang and they're no longer aligned.
I tell you I'm thinking of leaving,
You bite back with words of selfishness, believing
Still in feelings,
Lost in fake smiles
And pretend kisses past.
For months I've worn this mask.
Now spilling my soul as I mail it back
To Jim Carrey.
Wanting not to hurt you,
Simply needing to be honest.
You can't say that you , too
Haven't felt that we've gotten beyond this.
Beyond bliss, beyond love.
Outgrowing each other.
My hand no longer fits your glove.
WAKE UP! This isn't good for us. 

Maybe, Who Knows?

Their decisions..
Some bad, others.. understood.
Though, I'd never trace their foot-
Steps, never follow suit.
You. You see the poised being
They've trained me to be.
Etched into my brain safe,
Precautionary lies. Hypocrites.
They've done me no favors.
Maybe if she had cast away
That protective shadow... maybe?
Or maybe if he... maybe?
Maybe, who knows?
Instead I rebel.
But not in the typical sense.
I hide.
I hide behind a 5 lined, 4 spaced staff.
This staff is a haven for thoughts
Too vivid to be thought aloud.
Maybe if he cared less of family image... maybe?
Or maybe if she... maybe?
Maybe, who knows?