You may say that you're an individual.
You can say that you're different.
But I don't believe in you're words.
Why? You ask, you can wonder, you can even scream!
Because you're just like everyone else.
You cut your hair to look like him or you died yours to look like her.
You look just like them, in the same clothes.
You talk like them, saying the same "individual" words.
You even stand and smile like them.
Like these so called friends of yours.
You see him, talking to her!
You want to scream because of it.
Its not you, its her.
You hate it, you want to rip her hair out.
The hair that is really your own.
She is the friend you thought was real.
But your not even real.
You're the same person.
So why are you mad at her?
The two of you aren't even real.
You're the same person, just with a different name.
It's a sin that you have done.
You killed yourself.
You don't have a real soul.
You don't have individuality.
Something that you, only you, believe that you have.
As while your trying to believe you have.
Your going back, you're acting, and looking, and being.
Just like them.
You are just like them.
And that is not real.