Last Requests of a Victim to Conformity
by Hailey, age 14

Pick me a bouquet of misery,
Attempt to feed this ravenous curiosity,
Convince me that the pain from the mirror is beauty,
And that my eyes speak so brutally.

Dance with me under deception's canopy,
Dine with me on the fruits of purity,
Whisper that we'll embrace insanity,
And, in the sand, write the meaning of spontaneity.

Build me a house of simplicity,
Then demolish it with over-activity,
Lay me to sleep in a bed of naivety,
And watch as I die, victim to conformity.