Individuality (a two-way poem) by hyacinth-black

You can't think on your own.
I hate it when people say
I am free and happy
This is who I am.
Like everyone else
I am not
A free thinker
I hope to be
The same as everyone else
You can never be
A unique person
I think everyone is
Destined for death
Nobody is just
Made for greatness
We are all
Stuck in a cycle
You are not
Wonderful.
You are a person
So what?
We all end in the same way.

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