I am a product,
I have been packaged and sold.
My ideas were marketed to me.
My name was chosen from a list along with the house I grew up in.
My idea of originality was stolen from Hollywood scripts.
I strive to break free from a prison of beaten paths and clichés.
Only to choose the way of a thousand people before me.
The idea of originality is a lie.
I am a mosaic of society.