dirge of a rebel

you fight your way out of that thick social marshland and grit your teeth in the agony of rebellion..you refuse to align, kicking and damning the invisible frameworks that claim you. but the bog that it is, it will bog you down..chewing you till your granules dissolve and you become agreeable slush, till the current of mainstream smoothens your jagged edges into faceless, rounded pebbles..everyone revels in the death of a rebel.