There are blue souls and black souls
Red souls and orange souls
There are shiny souls and dual souls
There are detailed souls and plain souls

But as a baby each soul is blank
Waiting to be colored decorated and made
But only one’s self can paint the soul
But it designed and inspired by everyone else

Each self is different though
In the way they paint
Most see and copy but some are special
And these see hate and change

They’re the most unique
So creative
But they’re hated the most
Cause they’re different

There the farthest thing for a real family
They hate everything and everything hates them
So all they do is stand alone
And soon hate existence till death!