Individuality has become a competition

Behavior is tailored to receive recognition

If everybody’s eyes were closed

How different would you be clothed?

If your classmates didn’t surround your seat

Would your foot be tapping to a different beat?

It’s funny to think if unique meant being a geek

Grades would soar within the week

Too many people are ruined by their crave for recognition

They don’t realize popularity is gained without permission

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