Enough

Naive innocence,
shaping daily "perfection",
slowly suffocates

individual's
ability to process
their own opinion.

Yet, some think this bliss.
Being completely devoid
of internal thought,

a beautiful shell
existing just to be filled
by false pretenses.

I say enough, enough, enough.
Our minds are our greatest tool
to begin a change

from the idealized
falsity we all strive for
to a thought filled world.

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