Association

Association

Birds of a feather, flock together.

So why do you hate when people compare you to the others?

You hold your head high

Originality is key

You follow the same steps layed out in front of you

Created by those you desperately seek approval from

You sell the ink that drips from your veins

The sludge that darkened your blood to the bone

Are you holding onto your past?

Or slowly suffocating your future?

Yet, its not your fault

Just everyone else’s around you