Why do you ask me what I think, if you don’t want to hear the answer? My opinions get rejected faster than I can speak. Isn’t what we have to say that makes up unique?
I thought individuality came from how we feel. I guess that doesn’t matter since society wants to make us drones. If you don’t think with the majority, then I guess you stay alone.
It seems as if everyone in my life is part of this movement. If I don’t agree with them, I become a castaway. It happens so automaticity every ******* day.
I thought I found the one. Someone who wants me to be me. But he was just another robot, demanding I be bleak.
It now seems I’m left with a simple two options. I can forget my personality and affix myself into the mindless-ness, Fall into the pressure, erase all of the mess.
Or I can choose the deemed “unpopular opinion.” I can escape this touch decision and pave my own road. I can do it for myself, someone that I have long owed.