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User1212 Jan 2019
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.

— The End —