I stare outside over the horizon,
Gazing at the world outside.
What I see disturbs me.
All people seem to hide.
Behind masks of conformity.
They never show themselves.
They’re all the same, and seem like
Duplicate books all on the shelves.
None dare to change their ways.
They remain to act the same.
For them individuality is a dying fire,
Unison a raging flame.
They flock around like lemmings,
All following the rest.
If one goes, so do the others.
They think that their way’s best.
Everyone open your eyes,
Find the diversity around you,
See where it takes you and know,
That your heart is in, whatever you do.
Author notes
The lemmings are normal, a stereotypical mean of every trait.
Written June 16th, 2004
A contest entry
- Define "Normal" by imlost.
303 points, ended June 19, 2004, 27 entries
Silver trophy winner
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so......good........
i just don't know what to say
SOO GOOD
thats all that in my head lol
i loved this part
"Behind masks of conformity.
They never show themselves.
They’re all the same, and seem like
Duplicate books all on the shelves."
heheehe
LOOVIINNGG ITTT
amazing job
thanks for entering
and good luck
fairwell dear!
*fly on little wing*
-Rain MArie-
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