Breaking The Shackles Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

They want you to bend.
They want you to blend.

Being real and true is shunned.
It leaks over the news, boy am I stunned.

Kids killing themselves for the crowd, literally and figuratively.
After looking at different views, I stood and vowed, quite diligently.

I promised to never break.
I promised to never be fake.

At one point I donned the white coat.
Then one day I received a mental note.

Being the same as everyone else, is the same as being blind.
So I took some years to develop my mind.

See, I began to understand.
That even if there's no support, I must be my own fan.

And I've stop putting myself down.
And with enough time I'll soon rock the crown.