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*This poem is about me and how I'd try so hard to meet everyone elses standards, to fit in, to conform to the popular fasion. Like wax in a candle shop. But it seemed no matter what I did I couldn't be one of Them. So I found my own way. I did my own thing. And now I think I'm happier than I would have been before!



Here we are

In a party from Hell.

Trapped under the glass

Until Midnight rings the bell.



Will we sell?

Sell our souls to fit in?

Or can we keep our heads

Before they begin?



And the music picks up

We obey the beat.

Twirling so fast...

We don't dare take a seat.



So this is our dance.

Our Dance of Agony.

The way that we love

And a reason to plea.



Just keep dancing with me,

A waltz of mystery.

Don't you dare stop this now

In the dance called misery.



Now we find that

It's impossible to end.

So we'll twist and we'll turn

And we'll break and we'll bend

And crane our necks not to hear

The message they send.