Conforming to Conformity

Patterns in thinking

Growing up like I did

Gave me food for thought

A brainwashed kid?

Taught to see your world

The way you all did

Adopting your reality from the

Bottom of the pyramid

And if I did break free

Ah, God forbid

Would you persecute me

Until I am rid

Of all those original thoughts?

Simply splendid

My mind under lock and key

Forever hid.

Tagged: Childhood memories, Consciousness, Poetry