Box

Sometimes I feel so pressured

Do this

Say that

Dress like them

I swear everyone just wants to box me in

I don't like boxes

They're uncomfortable

Circles or ovals

Curvy undefinable shapes

They might be fun

Or interesting

But boxes are boring



We were born with free will

And for a reason

If everyone was the same

We would all basically be

Gray blobs who look the same

Act the same

Agree on everything



I refuse

I will not be what everyone wants

I have this brain between my ears

And I'm gonna use it

Are you?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

60th poem!!!! Written 12/2/08

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