Prone to Conformity

The sudden escape from distress
hearkened my way towards mobility.
My head is beginning to shift upwards,
as I amuse to obtain comfortability.
My disguise is dissolving slowly,
as I am becoming prone to truth...
These aliens are allowing me
to let my personality rupture through...
Through the violent winds that knocked me over,
through the crowd of which stepped on my feet.
Among this new crowd, I stand out-
Retaining a clearer path to meet...
To meet new disguises,
for everyone is entrigued by the same...
And I will pry to be different,
rather than pretend without modest acclaim. 
These cold-hearted voices
are what I am to call friends.
My beginning starts here;
A distinct revolution, without amends.