Are we not the same person? Do our struggles not reflect each other's? What, pray tell, could possibly be the difference between two such as we? You and I, we pair. Dear dear, do you believe you are truly different? Your fantasies don't set you apart. You fall in the line of conformity, belonging to a standard. We think the same thoughts, do we not? Your difference from me is not any different from the differences of others. By similarity of difference, we are one and the same. Forget your meaningless visions; everyone feels as you do. Do you presume to be better than me? Is your conscious not affected by the same turmoils? There is no room for a betrayer, an oddity. You fit in, don't you? I've not met with any difference from you. Have you no mind about yourself? The world looks down on such statements. Do you not believe in the conformity of all? Thereby, by your own declaration, you are wrong. Your intrigues are no contrast to mine. The disagreement of common minds excepting, do we not share the same beliefs? Do you dare state that you are off? Specialty is not an accepted affliction. Your airs don't allow you a different placement. Let me ask again: Are we not the same person?
Listening to: If You're Not The One by Josh Young
Reading: This Is All by Aidan Chambers