I think I am done rebelling.
Rebelling against myself-

Repeating  constantly that
Clichés,
Clichés are a plague.

But,
They are not.

They are an additiction.

One sensation.
And you want more.
A euphoria that sets your  soul on fire
Without even blemishing your skin,
Well,
Except for some rouge.

And you want it all the time,
But
You hold back,
Because you're  different.

You don't pick up
The Castaway  Clichés again.

- or so i thought.

But now, I'm  walking  towards an addiction, with an addiction (besides me and in my mind), and I don't mind.

I don't  want to rebel anymore.
I want to revel in it.