I fear
We are being striped
Of our uniqueness
And individuality
For when I look around
The crowded classroom
I see sameness
Or at least
Many, many masks
Clothes
Interests
Speech
Ideas
And beliefs
Are we all
Becoming a blur
Of fakeness
Or are we all
Ever so different
when we're not performing?
I suppose that is why
The openly different
Seem to feel so alone and estranged
I am all one for unity
But I just see maks
Unless I look very hard
And see a tiny twinkle in someone's eye
And I close my eyes
Focus
And listen hard
I think
I might hear some silent screams
...
I guess it's true
And they aren't truly happy
Write this is math class, word for word what I wrote on the back of my assignment
(This note was written by a strawberry who ate carrots. Don't judge her.)