‘They', the pressures you do not recognise because
They are dispersed in the world you never made,
But the life you were born into.They want you to
Conform, confirm, affirm or perish;
For hell is isolation.
My note says it all. We can be non-conformist, but it has a social cost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope some readers agree with this.