Non-Conformist
By Neurosine
Their platen won't press me, I won't feign surprise, or smile as fake adoration, pleads to me from desperate eyes. . I won't cut my hair 'till I want to, I won't wear a fucking bad tie. Keep alluding to hide your disinterest, speak descreetly, and let loose the lies. Getting along is cracked up to be, sacrifice and compromise, that energy is life expenditure, use it to make yourself wise, unless you prefer the mindless, eyeless, rational disguise. Unless you prefer cold-comforted quilts, to the reason to realize, that we all walk around with our own fear and guilt, and it's normal, it's all-right, to show you're a human in the light. They can pretend their confusion is not there, that the world's only pretty and right. But a boil untended will fester, and can be quite a hassle to hide. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 02:21 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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