"Who am I?"
She questioned herself with a sigh
She was not like this before
She doesn't even know herself anymore
She tried to fit in with the flock
So she hid her true self with a lock
She duplicates their actions
Just to gain their attentions
By doing so she slowly forgot herself
It's like a part of her is ontop of the tallest shelf
Unreachable but can be seen
But sadly, almost reduced to nothing
It's now just a faint memory
Of that particular former somebody
Being unique was an abnormality
In this perfectionist reality
You must not stray away from perfection
Or else you'll be a huge abomination...
The End
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Mind of an Ambivert
Poetry"Thoughts of a loud mind, Within these poems you will find..." The following poems are originally made by me ©Weird-a-lot
