Conform they say

You'll be just fine

Hide the truth away

It's only  a matter of time


Society has clipped my wings

I can no longer fly

No happiness this brings

Some days I'd rather die


This place is dark and cold

I want to get out

No matter what false hope I'm sold

I still have this doubt


This mask has been sewn to my face

Oppressing the largest part of me

 I must keep reminding myself who I am just in case

I start to see what they see


Fitting in is trying to survive

I play as a pawn in their world

Just to stay alive

Craving love and acceptance like any other girl


Conforming to the norm

No place to truly feel at home

Though this is the way we were born

Our masks have hidden us from our own


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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