We demand conformity,
Silencing our individuality.
Turning our minds to mush
Changing screams into a hush.
Splashing bland colours,
Plain things instead of wonders,
Keeping "the norm" normal
Making speech less formal.
Conversations barely exist,
LOL, IKR, I'm totally pissed!
What happened to unique unity?
We became a boring community.
Stop the cloning of our race,
Go out and make your own space.
Make the boys start to care,
Make the girls stop and stare.
Otherwise, I'm sad to say,
What is up ahead looks rather grey.
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(GREY IS HOW AUSSIES SPELL IT. IK ITS WEIRD, DEAL WITH IT. xx)
Btw the song on the side is "Black Sheep" by Gin Wigmore (I love with song <3 <3)
Listen and tell me what you think!
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They will be missed
PoetrySome die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
