Guilt: washing machine

your filthy
you reek of  individuality
how dare you be such a mess
don't worry society can fix
after all they fixed all the other kids
with there blank stares
they confom
because now they don't care
now run along to the washing machine
and clean yourself up
but i don't want to go in the machine
its an hour
of turning and turning
over agian
till your rid of all stench
years later
i miss your mess
i miss the stench
and now i'm alone
once more
now your a shiny mirror
you only mimick
you conform
conformity is the biggest diseases  we face. it can kill an individual and only leave a husk
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welcome to cosmo
such a powerful moving poem. You can vividly see it. Well done (:Â
why, thank you
Great poem and inspiring poemÂ