I believed to have no
Opportunity to disagree
To live "successfully"
Supersedes my need to be free
So I suppress it deep inside of me
Biding by society
Quietly try to fit in
Live complacently, blindingly
All the while I’m privately
Fighting my soul violently
Two sided dialogue
Constant bullying, tirelessly
Who am I to be?
Who are we to be?
Anything but realized
Natively naive.
To Be Frank: 