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BAS
Bas Huizinga
Switzerland, Basel

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Caught in Conformity

Be cool, embrace the fashion,
Let me in and feel the passion,
Now be ready for an emotional explosion,
But nevermind your brains corosion

You slowly feel your self-respect sink,
But all that matters is what they think,
Bein down and being used,
Though you pretend to enjoy the abuse,
Pain and shame a recurring loop,
But you dont care, you´re part of the group

Smoking weed and drinking beer,
She doesnt like, but feels their love draw near,
Copying their styles and their opinions,
Willingly becoming one of their minions,
Torturing animals, being cruel,
Smoking cigarettes, being cool,
All the while they are cheering,
Her greatest fear that they might start sneering

But in your bed you begin to weep,
Every night you cry yourself to sleep,
You weep loud and you weep long,
Because you know that what you´re doing is wrong,
But you´re a member of the gang, thats the important part,
What doesnt matter is your broken heart

She went to the mall and stole a CD,
Of some band she saw on TV,
But one of her friends said that that band was gay,
So hurriedly she threw it away

That night you were very sad,
Because what you did was so bad,
You hated it every time you had to steal,
But your friends dont care about how you feel

The next day she wanted nothing more then his affection,
And she knew that he was looking for some action,
She thought it was disgusting and it made her sick,
Yet she tried to smile while she sucked his dick,
She got the love of them all while she undid her bra´s lace,
And in the end she had their love all over her face

Now you´re on the roof, looking at the street,
Take a deep breath and lift off with your feet,
The ground is fastly coming near,
They jumped as well, so you dont feel any fear,
The screams of your friends are the sounds you hear last,
As you hit the ground with a blast

Now she finally has her peace, unmoving and cold,
The poor young girl, was thirteen years old

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BAS Comment by: BAS - 2006-09-15 14:07
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thanks alot, edited both mistakes
InHizImage Comment by: InHizImage - 2006-09-15 13:58
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"That night you were very sad,
Because what you did was so bad,
You hated it every time you had to steal,
But your friends didnt care about how you feel" Past and present tenses - you need to keep it consistent. "But your friends don't care about how you feel"

A very sad ending, too often a reality. Good writing. The flow was good and it moved right along.

"They jumped as well"

Yvylyn
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