In the beginning you may be free.
Well spoken. Independent. An anomaly.
But what the world always needs is reproductions of Queen Bee.
As every teenager well knows, the only thing to aspire to,
is being a clone.
The same, the bland, the without light.
The boring, dull, creatively dry.
But before you can claim this honorable right you must learn how to, hide, subject, conform to their rights.
The rules can be simple yet tough and unfair.
Don't argue, don't question; it won't get you anywhere.
How to be a clone?
Its easy, you'll see.
Just realize that you are no longer free.
You see the way they walk around, heads held high, heels planted in the ground.
Makeup caked upon their face and smiles genetically, impossibly created.
You must immediately buy their clothes.
And shape your hair and pluck and pull.
And when you look the way they are, approach them slowly, exceedingly calm.
Make them see your willing to beg, or plead, or live in the shadows of their intensity.
With luck they will adopt you, as a puppy, or a toy, to be tolerated till they get bored.
Now that you have come so close to the inner circle, the monarchs cult.
Act the part don't be the “drag.”
When suggestions come up never say, what you feel, what you want, what you think is the right thing. Just bite your tongue, and time your smile.
When grins pop up you immediately follow.
And suddenly you'll want to be, shopping, streaming, at their heels, just flowing with the crowd.
You know you have reached the final stage when your opinions are reduced to shrugs, and “Hmms” and “Yes.”
The conversation is the same.
She asks a question you agree or listen to her ramblings.
Your voice so small its nearly gone.
Remaining only to “Hmm” along.
But silence is the unbreakable key to access to the realm of copies.
While they laugh and joke and plauge the psyche's of your fellow man,
To ugly, to fat, to different. Their not right.
You nod your head in agreement because you are not them.
The outcast, the loser, the radioactive, the untouchables.
You are apart of the elite.
And you will never return to the trepidatious life of the outsider,
Because as long as you never see the person that you used to call me,
you have achieved the sanctity of being the true teenage dream.
Worthy of the name bestowed.....
a clone.