Monday, May 30, 2011

Poem #456

Stereotype
A stereotype, you’re always the same,
And you constantly join in on the in-crowd game.
With wrinkle-free clothes and perfect hair,
To stray away is something you won’t dare.
Why don’t you escape, be someone new,
And not let others show you how to be you.
You’re not your own person if you keep on like this,
And meeting the real you is something we’ll miss.
Your life would be happy if only you’d try,
To break free of those people you try to satisfy.
If only you’d work on being yourself,
Dust yourself off that stereotype shelf.
Then maybe you’ll see the world you miss,
When you insist on behaving like this.

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