Conformity

by

Diane Klammer

I implore...and they jeer at me.
Inane. Foolish. Naive.
Mocking stares build a playpen
while their wooden laughter cages me
Into childlike anonymity.

I inform...and they point at me.
Different. Conspiring. Dangerous.
Piercing glares build a jailer's den
while their iron accusations bar me
Into sullen hostility.

So, in frustrated confusion
I surrender to conformity,
abducted by Apathy's welcoming arms
and carried amidst the silent majority.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at A pretty face but a wrong attitude
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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