I've lost myself, and everything I was.
Everything I stood for, everything I believed in,
gone.
Lost in a colorful, blinding streak of chaos.
There's nothing left, just a cliche teenager,
with a dangerous disregard for consequences.
We're all the same, really.
So rebellious, we praise ourselves for our "nonconformity"
We're all so "different" from everyone else.
Growing up is realizing your unoriginality,
realizing you were brainwashed to believe you were something special,
and realizing you're not.
HEY YOU. we were told to adopt creative writing students. i adopted you. guess who?
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-your last stanza reminds me of fight club (hint)
-"lost in a colorful, blinding streak of chaos" is a wonderful line. great diction.
-the poem in its entirety has this specific feel of indifference to it, which i quite enjoy.
k. love you. bye.
This poem is an amazing poem. Just as amazing as you, but not quite. The only thing I would change is the background image. It's very distracting to the poem and you should not take away from the beauty in this piece. Otherwise, fantastic job(:
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