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.)