The Autobiography of Individuality (The Rise and Fall)

I found my individuality

last night amongst the rubbish

in an old wheelie bin

 

It had been gone to long

lost amongst the need

to make you all happy

 

But now it's back

I am myself you see

No one else, just me

 

But there is no one else with me

You don't like my Individuality

You say it's not very me

 

So, i've put it back, in the wheelie bin

Where it apparently belongs

Maybe i didn't lose it after all.

 

The End

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