I would rather be an outsider.
A pariah.
A non-conformist.
Abnormal.
Considered bizarre or unusual.

I’d rather be off form.
Nowhere near perfect.
Far from the norm.
Unconventional.

Because I don’t want to be in that box.
The four sided one that says you have to be this.
Or that.

The one that says you need to have your hair done and your nails did.
The one that says you need the extra ensuite.
The one that says you need the yearly trip to Bali.
The one that says you can’t rise.
The one that says you need to follow procedures.
The one that says you can be better, richer, slimmer, smarter and more loved.

That one.
That box.
Not me.

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