"You are one in a million."
- Then you realize
that means there must be
THOUSANDS
Just.
Like.
You.
So you worry,
You fret,
You wonder
What it takes to
stand apart.
Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise.
U do thingz you can never 4get;
All just to be
original.
You write and profess
about matters you hardly understand.
You torture yourself
to
s t r e t c h
your limits.
You educate yourself
So to think
Like no one el$e ha$.
You adopt strange habits
In fluctuating,
foreign
accommodations.
Then you
r m e
u l
c b
when it all
slips...
You almost feel
Original.
...away...
You change your name,
Take on a new identity-
One like they've never seen.
Bleach your personality
And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair-
Garishly placed among a black and white world-
While inhaling toxic fantasies
That suffocate-
No, wait, perhaps they liberate-
Those things that make you feel
alive
and unique.
You are the Original.
You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl.
But you can't shake this ominous feeling:
*You've become unoriginal
This is why I hand-write my works first....