At birth labels were placed upon us
Neat and nice, perfection almost
Oblivious, unaware that these labels would form our outlook on life.

Tags impervious to the most powerful emotions, chained to the heart
The labels trapped and confined us
Dragged us from the depths of the ocean to the soaring sky

Our individuality seeming like a fleetting memory
The labels stalked and followed.

Purposefully picked and placed in rows.
We accepted them obediently,
However we were aware of the gloom

But labels can be snapped by a change in perception