Happiness comes with a steep price,
Or that’s what I learned from you.
To be happy I have to give up my identity,
I have to relinquish the right to be unique or different.
Serve the group. Do what we say.
That is the only way.
Fuck no. I refuse to conform.
I will be me, even if that means,
I will now be alone in my suffering.
The group will never own me again,
I’m done being its little bitch,
even if that makes me one in their eyes.
Power is gained by control,
so how does it feel to have lost your power over me?