Count me in, self.

Walking back to home
From the gigantic architecture
I've found I'm not who I thought I was

People around seemed to be growing fast—
faster than a rocket fighting the pull of gravity
Their faces changed;
More often, it's now harder to recognise
Their bones grew longer
And those little hearts before, they're being unstoppable
Their smiles, they're mostly gone
For life never had a second thought
When it decided to rip them hearts apart

And there I found myself
Never been included in a pack
I am in a society where talking to oneself is unacceptable
I've seen it
From my peripheral view—
Most people are manipulated to be like the other
Yet, they're judging people because they're like them
Ironic.

I'm out of this.
Fine by me.

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