Stand out

Who am I? Does that even matter anymore? Do we really have a choice on who we are anymore? Aren't we supposed to be the perfect people who fall in line with everyone else, following the corrupt ways of this world? Aren't we supposed to be like straight lines just staright and perfect, not sticking out or going in another direction than what everybody else is? Only problem is I don't want to be that person! I want to stand out. I wanna be the person who turns around, starts a new direction, rather than following the herd. Im only human but I want to be different. Im trying but it seems like im locked inside of a world where theres only copies and no originals. How is it possible to stand out when the whole world and how you're viewed will be changed by one action. Maybe thats why no one can actually tell you who they are. Nobody can stand judgement but why does human judgement matter when the only judgement you need is when you're standing the gates....

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