To Conform

There is this universal belief
that everyone needs to be 
Like everyone else.
There is almost a need
to fit in.
Conformity is like a plague
and all the ones infected 
are trapped in this bubble,
where everyone is so afraid to be different
that they would cut off their own arm
just to be accepted. 
Just to stay alive.
But that is not living.
I will not choose to conform.
To be plagued.
I will not be afraid
to think and to reason.
I will speak my mind and I will not care
who does not want to listen.
I will dye my hair blue and 
wear green lipstick and I dare
to tell me that I am not beautiful.
Conformity is a plague
because conformity is like dying.


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