Conformity

When you look in the mirror,
Do you hate yourself,
Or the person you've become?
Do you assume you're the same,
Only to please the devil in you?
When I look in the mirror,
I can truly say I like who I am,
What I've become,
Who my past has modeled me into,
I don't look in the mirror,
And see a dead girl,
One with shattered hopes and broken dreams,
But one with an aura of desire around her,
Conformity is the deviation of dreams,
Conformity is the assimilation of the mind,
But it is not me.