Why do they target me,
Because I am different?
I am trying to make a difference
I am trying to create magic
To try something new
To make things better
To change the
Same old,
Same old ways
that are…
static
inflexible
uncreative
I want to light up
The eyes and the hearts
Of the ones who are suffering
They need a new start
But
the drones
feel so threatened
They reject anything new,
Creative,
Innovative
They want to hush me
Put me in the corner
Threaten me
punish me
scold me
humiliate me
Because
I can’t conform
To the ways
that are
Boring !
Boring!
Lacking spark
I can’t make magic
I can’t make art
Not around them
No, not around them
They don’t like that I’m different
And try to innovate
They just want…
boring drones
boring drones
that repeat
that repeat
regurgitate
regurgitate
and reenact
The same old,
same old play
With the same old,
Same old lines
Drones who
do the minimum…
Just slide by
Collect their pay
That’s the conformist way
Watch what you wear
and watch what you say
It must match their
Damn formula
Etched in stone
As if it were
The ten commandments
Brought down by Moses
Follow the social laws
Repeat and review them
Don’t try to add to them
Or subtract
what is…
Obsolete
Incorrect
Inhumane
What is most important
to them
Is that
We are all the same
GentleKindness 
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It is hard to be different. We define a successful life, a good life the same way. There is this pressure to conform and be the same. I feel it a lot in my life. However, I am beginning to accept that my success and good life is very different than I use to define it as well. My health prevents me from living the successful life I once knew and was affirmed for. Now, I am learning to be about simple presence to another. I live fully and differently and it is working for me.
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You communicate your passionate feelings so well!
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