Individuality:

As the clock ticks, my youth slowly fades,
They want me to be like everyone else,
But I like my personality with all its different shades,
I can’t be what they want.

They try to strip my of my individuality,
When I’m only trying to discover who I really am,
They’ve become too blind to see,
I won’t become a copy.

Shut out and left alone,
For being who I am,
And not just a clone,
Could I become who they think I should be?

I could be what they desire,
I could imitate everyone else,
Becoming the world’s best liar,
While the real me lost in the process.


I could be a replica of everyone around me,
Is that what you really want?
For me to act like everyone I see,
When all I really want is to be me.

Why can’t you accept me,
Let me be who I am,
Let me be all I can be,
Let me be free.

Popularity:

Why is it that we never say what we mean?
Extending the truth with lies,
Covering up what you really feel,
Saying whatever you can to impress them,

Spinning your web of lies,
You tell yourself that it’s for the best,
And it if you want to fit in,
Then you have to act like the rest,

Can’t be who we are inside,
Because it’s not like everyone else,
So instead we camouflage our true self,
And like a chameleon we blend into the crowd,

Hiding behind a mask we create,
To disguise who we are,
Until it’s too late,
We’ve forgotten who we once used to be,
And it’s too late to go back to who we were.

Why do we have this insatiable need?
We live for it,
It drive us to be like everyone else,
Popularity is the drug of society,

Once you’ve had a taste,
It’s a hard addiction to kick,
It’s everywhere around you,
Everyone you know wants more,
You can’t escape no matter what you do.

You’re smothered and weighed down,
By societies pointing finger,
And drowning in their judgments,
Thoughts of popularity will linger,



You know you do want to give in,
But a thousand voices are screaming in your head,
Telling you that you need it,
You can’t live without it,
Give in,
You are nothing without it,

It paints a scary picture in your mind,
Alone for the rest of your life,
No one to care for you,
No one to care for.

Popularity is the drug of society,
It pulls us in and fills our head,
With doubts and lies,
Strips us of who we are,

Just so we can be a clone,
But the doubts don’t stop,
The voices won’t be still,
You have to keep going until you’ve reached the top.

Soon you’ll realize that it’s not worth it,
All the pain and doubt will vanish,
One day you’ll learn to be yourself again,
The day will come and you’ll stop caring,
About the little things you thought were so big.

You’ll kick the drug called popularity,
And once you do you’ll realize,
That other people have to,
And that you’re never alone.

You’ll gain the one thing you never could,
When you were a clone,
You’ll have all the friends you could ever need,
Just for being you.