All of them, every day, dressed in gray.
All of them, never very, always the same.
Then one day a new one came , dressed in every color, she was different.
Everyone stared and altogether all of them laughed, they screamed and yelled, and hated her, she was herself, she was different.
All the clones, all the ones that were the same, didn't want someone different, she was weird they said,they kept trying to make her leave, but she never did, she was different.
Day by day the clones, saw less people wearing gray, less people being the same, month by month they saw more and more people being different.
The clones were outnumbered, they were just the mean kids now, and no one else cared, they were happy.
