We always want to be someone else. We're not happy with our lives. We're too scared to be different, and too uncomfortable while aping others. What an impasse we experience.
The world would finish a million rotations,
Around on its axis a thousand times,
But our source traits never alter.

We want to be someone else,
And look like someone else,
Be like someone else,
And never accept ourselves,
That’s our major blemish.

Too bad,
I can’t modify myself,
I loathe myself,
And yet, I’m told to be happy with myself,
And yet, I can’t change myself,
What an impasse.
Published: 11/12/2014
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