The Box

The idea that people aren’t the same

Seems to be something our minds cannot frame

Young people want to “fit in” and “be cool”

But is that really how we’re getting through school?

Kids are stifled, trapped in this cookie cutter

Our unique abilities tossed down the gutter

Too scared to show who we really are

But tell me, will that truly get us so far?

It seems we’re being trained to fit into a box

The way we all walk, the way everyone talks

Moves alike, identical syllabic flow

But what is it that we’re trying to show?

That we’re all able to be one and the same?

To follow societal rules in the avoidance of shame?

The alternative isn’t so bad, it turns out

Just showing the world what you’re all about

Where is the problem in that, I ask?

It it really too scary not to stay behind this mask?

The truth is that we all need to be brave

‘Cause it’s only ourselves we’re trying to save

And in doing that we give everything up

In the interest of fitting in the lineup

And then we’re not really saving ourselves

We’re losing the truth into which we must delve

Because really, what’s possibly better than you?

Showing what’s undeniably, absolutely true?

No matter if you don’t fit the standard

Go out and be your own commander

The ideals of conformity do not apply

To yourself, and here is the reason why:

We don’t all want to be the same

If we are then what status can we attain?

As one who went the way they all did?

Who did nothing but what was expected?

That I don’t think is the way to live life

Trapped in a world of self-doubt and strife

Even if being different is scary

It’s easier than being so cautionary

Eventually that status won’t last

Because there is nothing within one’s grasp

That allows a break in the structure and pattern

Forever stuck, oneself being shattered

It’s always better to be unorthodox

Than to let yourself be put in this perfect square box