Walk through the halls
All the empty faces
It's all the same
Won't hear the words they say
Classrooms become cells
Ever torturing and confining
Taking all that is me
All that I will ever be
I won't program myself
To be like you
Won't hide my feelings
Just to fit in
I may be a threat
To the precision of 'them'
Only a minor threat
Though they might like to pretend
If I have to be shallow
To be happy like them
I'll take my sadness
And stay just like me
When the cell door closes
Locked with shadows of people
They may not be real
But I'll still never be them
Author notes
Inspired by number 37. The Anthem by Good Charlotte and by a song not on the list, Misery by Good Charlotte.
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Comments
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I really like this song. You had a very unique take on it. I usually see this as rebellious, going out of their way not to fit in by being loud and obnoxious, but you had a same type of feel here, except that instead of being loud and obnoxious, you chose to be quiet and be yourself instead of joining the mold of others. I also like the title, as i think it is one of the lines of the song. Thanks for your entry!
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i love both those songs. =) You spelt torture wrong by the way, good luck matage I totally agree with this. Wanna kidnap me this week?
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