Pulled under into the reflective waters,
I caught a glimpse of a stranger that was me.
His wicked grin, ever sinful, awed my mind.
Was this person me before, or was he me after?
Contemplation overtook, and I was filled with radiant insane laughter.
It billowed and burned me on the inside.
Shades of people took form.
Compressing me to fit their norm.
I can't conform.
I won't conform.
I have conformed....
Am I a shell of who I was?
Or am I who I was filtered, without the poison?
Jance Maverick Community Member 
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