AN: I just watched Dead Poets Society for the first time and lets just say, I have a new favourite (Didn't the 80s have some great movies?!). This is and isn't a fanfiction – It was partly inspired by DPS, but I also wrote it about me and people in general and it so happened to call out Neil to me. First DPS fanfiction! Anyway, R&R please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Poets Society – though I do love the idea of it, why can't England have writing/poetry classes?
Warning: one swear word included
Neil POV (Or any of the DPS)
Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.
- John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Yes, sir – I shout.
Yes, sir – I scream.
Three bags fucking full, sir.
I shall conform,
I shall not.
Conformity is evil,
Conformity is not an option/ doable.
We shouldn't have to be the same.
Our aims,
Are dictated to us,
Are drilled into our brains.
We should control them.
We are born unto this world,
They made us,
But we are us.
And they can't 'make' us.
We have to break the mould,
Break the chains that hold us down,
We have to immerse ourselves/ be extroverts/ not introverts.
Be the people to make ourselves 'seize the day'.
But then again,
If we ever branched out;
We will never truly be allowed to even hint at what we want.
What we could achieve.
What could have been.
Just remember,
You pushed us/ me to this decision
- This is my Dead Poets honour –[ I commit to thee Carpe Diem in another life -] Goodbye
AN: The Caps locks at the start of every sentence are deliberate. May continue with other character Pov's or I will post them as companion pieces, what do you think I should do?