Do I even like the person
I’m inviting for dinner?
Do I really mean it
When I say you’re looking thinner?
So what if she likes a girl?
So what if he likes a boy?
So what if she didn’t wish you last night?
So WHAT if his last name isn’t Oberoi?
Nobody thinks about this though
It’s soaked within us deep
This entangled web of society
Its threads of convention make us weep
There seems a need to conform
But also a need to break out
How did we get here anyway?
Why do we not question aloud?
We choose comfort in all our situations
At least I can talk for my own
Will not the inevitability of change
Gulp down our comfort zone?
Norms are so rigid, hegemonic
We don’t even want to break away
It’s pointless; it’s like…grammar
It just has to be a certain way
I’m not saying I’m any different
Or that I want to break away
It’s just difficult to be in the system
When you see it in a different way
I don’t want to fall into the trap
I want to make my own rules
But do I have the courage to?
Are not non-conformists labeled fools?
Its grip is powerful, hard to elude
It’s oppressive, frustrating yet hard to escape…
In fact, I don’t know what’s worse
Being blissfully unaware
And not knowing you’re trapped
Or knowing you’re trapped,
But having no escape.
