A square

They only gave me a square to move a round in

Four sides, no place for my sin.

Conform, keep rigid.

Don’t laugh, don’t cry, you have to be strong,

I am counting on you.

You only have a square

What is in that thousand yard stare?

Don’t tell me it doesn’t fit!

I told you to look pretty and just sit.

The hysteria has a lid.

Hold it on tight like I just did.

Collect yourself and go mad

Egocentric males are so sad

I don’t feel as well as I portray

Mind stick around I pray

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