Why Conform?

The summer rain,

Drips down your face,

You glance around,

You feel out of place.

People ignore you,

Treat you like a freak,

They're the reason,

That you're so unique.

You refuse to conform,

You hold your head high,

You're your own person,

And refuse to cry.

Why would you want to be like them?

Snotty, nasty and self-centred?

So generic, they follow trends,

While you, "the freak", make your own.



I have several mottos in life one of which is,

"To hell with conformity. I'd rather stand out than blend in."