My thoughts are so cliche
Their depth is typcially deep
My mind is focused on expected things
Was I ever really unique?
When unique has become typical
where does expression go
Where can feelings come alive
When do true colors show
I like a bit of everything
But dont fit in anywhere
I am a peacock in a world
That is only fit for heirs
Dellusion, doubt, and speculation
Scare personalities into submission
Molding kids into monotony
An unwilling exhibition.
Striving for one in a million
Seething with passion for what you believe
Shedding tears, blood, and dignity
So your individuality will be seen