She said she wanted to be my friend 

that she wanted to protect e till the end. 

But I came to realize her friendship was fiend.

Because her plaster saint yet warm protection came with a price.

A price that almost cause my demise;

a price which felt like a sacrifice; 

a price which was paid.

But soon refunded when I came backto my senses. 

Such price is known as conformity.

Her desire to have me conform to her believe regardless of what I believed;

her desire to be the master whoheld the leash and me to be the dog at the end of the leash was ferocious.

It held me down, imprisoned me until the only wayI could feel free was to succumb.

Although I wanted to be totally free, 

Wanted to regain the part of my identity I had lost when I had conformed, 

I could notin fear of what I could become,an outcast.

But I soon realized that I was my own person with person,with my own believes and values.

And nobody could take that away from me.

I had to unleash my self from her grip and thank her. 

Because had she not made me conform, 

I would still be thinking of ways of how to please others.

Instead of thinking of ways on how to please myself. 

After my realization, I felt free.

Free from the shackles that bind me to her;

free from the fear of loneliness;

free from conformity.