poetry on a utopia where the government controls all and one gets the best out of themselves.

such a strange world where no one does such thing to stand out.

no one tries to be different because they dont know what they want themselves to be.

they stand in silence staring blankly into space as the world moves on without them.

all the people in this lonely world stand as the days continue without them.

i would rather be spitting blood than have this silence f*** me up.

i want to walk away and show this sad world what someone can truely be.

i dont want to sit and have my bones break while i feel myself slowly turn to stone like everyone else.

i try not to let the quiet overcome me but i feel myself slowly disappering into it instead.

what should i do?

should i become a hurricane and destroy this world when i become crazy as i show my true self?

or should i just be quiet and let myself turn to stone and let the quiet overcome me like everyone else?

do i want to fit in like everyone else and make myself search for a new me in another person by doing what they do?

or should i create a new me by doing what i want to do and not what others tell me?

i stare and think that i dont want to become a clone of another.

i'm going to show this sad utopia that clones everyone to not be different and stick out what its like to live and have freedom.

but theres why people dont change.

our goverment has its way with words.

they tell horrible lies that the people belive in.

yeah.

all the people are all the same and they dont want nothing to change.

but what happens when one makes a mistake?

they make lines on their faces like stigma.

a mark that shows theyve done wrong

a mark that tells the people to stay away.

a mark that shows people that another wrong move you die.

a mark that isolates people and throws them into deaths hands.

i never saw a mark of disgrace but my intrests get the best of me.

it gives me the strength and courage to move.

i finally moved from the feeling of getting turned to stone and turn to face my fears.

little did i know you are not supposed to move three feet from where youre placed.

this goverment you are placed in only belives that when you take three steps you are on your way to change yourself.

and change is never good and the meaning of evil.

evilness trying to take over this beloved city and turn it into something worse than it already is.

but right now how it is, it's heaven.

as i look around me a see someone with a stigma on thier face.

theres the mark.

my eyes stare at it with interest and confusion.

how did they get the mark?

i swallow the feeling of shyness thats trying to take over my body and go in that persons direction.

one step.

two.

three.

a ringing goes off in my ear

a sound that blinds me and defens my ears.

i feel exposed when the ringing doesnt stop.

like the ringing wants me to do something its trying to tell me but i just stand still and wait for it to overpower me.

wait for it to shut down my body and tell me wrong.

wait for it to take over.

instead i see a goverment official walking my way.

glare settled in on his features.

fists clenched at sides.

body shaking mad with power.

people's eyes clenched shut

as he makes his way towards me.

he comes towards me and i shiver in fear.

why did i let these thoughts overthrow me from peace?

the man smirks before speaking

"now your thoughts are never silent."

"learn how to think quietly or else you'll get caught."

his voice was the last i heard before i felt myself disappear

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