Self doubt is the catalyst
For conformity
When the crowd
Dictates your identity
Because you tremble
At the thought of...
Thinking
Instead you spend your life
Hoping
That everyone you were
Following
Had it all figured out
But that doubt
Will eat away at you
Because only fools
Put their lives
Into the hands of those
Who are thinking
That way too.
Dancing in a conga line
With no direction
Circling the drain
Without progression.
by Kayla Henry
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