Bridget S.

High School Uniforms:

We’re in a place where we’re all fake
Where people care if we make a mistake
No one sees who we are
But only sees what we are
Refusing to see the person inside
Each of us is forced to hide.

We’re in a place where what we have matters most
And those that have it love to boast
Those that have this hot new thing
Are soon seen as a “prodigy”,
Cell phones and ipods too
Everyone’s got’em it’s no big news
And those that don’t have this stuff
Are soon cut off and told “life’s tough”
Even though we know it’s wrong
We all still try to follow along
Because we’re forced by our peers
Who disregard our fears
And make us act a certain way
Which leads us all astray.
And once on this beaten path
We soon begin to feel their wrath
Tearing away at our individuality
Taking away our true personality.

We’re in a place where we’re all the same
Where no one tries to stop this game
We’re all afraid of what they’ll say
If we try to run away
The sad thing is that we don’t embrace
Each difference in this lonely place.


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