Social pressure

Clothes and paint don't make a woman
Size and looks don't make a man.
Public honors don't make a hero.
Abuse won't make someone understand.

So many clues for me to follow
so many rules for me to keep
So many bitter pills to swallow
and memories to haunt my sleep

Here am I in consternation
can't go back and can't move on
frozen stiff in condemnation
adrift in darkness all alone

Now fallen by the wayside
ideals have left me far behind.
Must I remain forever hopeless
in the valley of the blind?