centered around
stereotyped ideals
the greed
and piety
slowly strangle
every independent ounce
of unique
the world drinks conformity
and is intoxicated by the
appeal
I crave sobriety from it
I want
to taste the smells of another
lifestyle - break the bindings
and see
through different eyes
but I am lost
in fabricated threads
and my voice is drowned out
by whispers
of cool
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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