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Attraction

One group are girls,
Raised to follow every rule,
Not to indulge upon mischief.
Other girls their age enjoy several freedoms,
But with them is the opposite.
These girls can't party,
Can't hang out with boys,
Can't dress casual,
Not even speak their minds.
When they're adults,
Their parents arrange marriages,
Selecting men reflecting their family values.

Here comes the other group,
They're boys raised with freedom,
Can even do mischief
These boys party,
Make countless friends,
And follow the trends,
Effectively controlling their own lives.
When the boys go too far, their parents
Attempt discipline to no avail.
When adulthood comes,
These boys are able to carve their own path,
Yet suffer from uncertainty.

The girls look at the boys,
Wishing they could live like them,
Absolved from parental influence.
The boys look at the girls,
Wishing they could live like them,
Ironically seeking a sense of order.
When they meet, the boy shows interest
But the girl masks with hostility,
A wedge drawn between them,
Lasting until the girl gives in,
Where such romance blooms.

Here their influence rubs off,
Absorbing traits from each other,
But do they live happily together,
Do they love each other
Until their last breaths?
However alike they become,
There's bound to be differences,
They seem small but cause friction.
Naivety made them think
They could balance each other,
Now they're imprisoned in a vicious cycle.