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Conformist
J Todd Underhill
I fear I have been tricked again,
For I feel like I am sane.
My habits have gone away,
The addictions I have slain.
The doctor prescribes illicits,
My brain seemingly so calm.
But is it I who has gained sanity,
Or has my creativity been embalmed?
I feel like I am fit to conform,
To what society wants of me,
But am I who I really was,
Or is it someone else that they see?
The blackened hours spent alone,
Seem so many lives ago.
The time misspent with my words,
Yet I have nothing to show.
What does it mean to be sane?
Is this what it is supposed to be?
Enough with this conformist $h!t
Give me back to me!
J Todd Underhill has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of J Todd's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of J Todd's latest works: