Individuality
Everywhere I turn its like watching robots walk down the street.
staring,watching scene by scene as they all walk in sinc constantly.
Like they're connected by a string,
and all their brains are being triggered by only one thing.
Being apart of the crowd.
Not wanting to stand out but simply, fitting in and keeping the voices down.
And I always think how?
How could you not see that you just blew every glorious thing you were meant to be away?
And now look what you are.
A copy? A follower? A creation already created? Like a statement, constantly restated? ----
----- Because although you were born to see, you are more blind than a person born with no visibility.
And maybe it started from fear or depression and now is followed by some strange obsession to be someone you're not-----
----Well if it is fear let me just say,
You should never let anyone else's words get in the way of who you were born to be
Because they don't define you,
You do-----
----Now my goal, isn't to change who you are, but more particularly the way you act and think because it's slowly taking over your body like its decaying from no originality. ---------
---- We were all made individuals, individualized.
and there's more to that than meets the eye.
if you could look in the mirror and see,
You were made original and beautiful no different than a,
race horse, flower or buzzing bee only that you are a human being.
made on earth for a reason
and once you see that your not the person standing next to you but the one staring back at you, you will see what i mean.
Really look and you will see that person,
the one you were created to be,
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