We were all a mirrored image of eachother;
Like roses without colour;
We lacked imagination.

We grew up from the soil of worth and were watered in the ideals of others.
Our stems were strengthened by the words ‘Do as you are told’;
So we aligned ourselves in the direction of the sun, hoping that maybe its rays could give us some sort of identity;
But before we had a chance to establish, they cut us from our roots and placed us in a vase, creating a bunch of perfect school children.