We as Humans

Plagarized.

I'm a plagiarized idea of a teenager. Nothing about me is original, honestly. I wear the clothes I'm shown on adds with pretty lettering and like every little minion I throw money at the problem of being unique. I quote books and say lines said a million other times as if by filling myself with this pre created art I too can be something fascinating. I don't make anything all that my own but my ability to spit back facts and other people's ideas makes me the perfect drone of a society made for robots. By wanting to be unique you are inherently not so the only way to be something new is to simply not want to be special in an honest way. Yet even then you won't accomplish much. In the worst way I will grow to be a doll. I will fill in bubbles and spit out facts and tie my worth to numbers on a screen and paper in my hands and grow to do as I'm supposed to and die. I will never introduce something new by my nature. I am not the artist a younger version hoped to see in the mirror. And the more metal I become the more okay with my plagiarized existence I am.

This has been bothering me because even my own philosophies aren't truly my own. I have four pieces on my subject but I'll probably only post this one. I'm not a huge fan of the others. A little empty lately in a very cliché way that rubs me wrong.