Untitled (Experiment #272359

If you look to long at what you are not you will become that
If you think too much of one conviction you will mark it as yours
All that you were and could have been will disappear
The personality you had cultivated shall be smashed rudely

But this thing, this transformation of self is unavoidable
As people, we absorb all we see and that which others see as well
We see what makes the world happy and change into that
If only to please the eyes of a stranger

The mutation of the unique child you never were is eternal
No bump can blemish the road it runs along casually
It is a perfect program with no cracks, an absolute fact that reigns birth
Picking those capable of greatness and erasing all ‘real’ personality

Creating the perfect being, one of fame built just as the others
A protocol, a system outline built by the all-powerful God
The very formula that makes the beautiful people beautiful
Although this is a tragedy upon itself, it is vital to human existence

There is and never was or will be a certain person worthy of standing away from labels
Everyone and thing can be filed neatly in some stuffy room and forgotten
The once bright blue eyes that were so pretty simply fade to a shadow of blurred gray
Extending further the stay of generality in modern human life

And such the moral of vanity removes the mask it was never wearing
The mass conformity the world takes upon itself is seen for what it is
The world then turns around and returns to its air-headed bliss
Not caring to change their unchangeable title of ‘them’ to ‘me’

It would take to much time to rebuild the world and reformat the memories of billions
The profit being an independent world free to see through only their eyes
The shiny people must have realized this, that’s why change is not promoted
If everyone thought of their own thoughts and not forced ones the shiny people would die

Globally, people would revert into themselves and gaze at the magnificence of them
It is only natural to hold oneself above all else, or so the human code says
If that happened, no one would care and the world would continue to die only slower
No men would shoot guns and no women would sell their body for drugs

Nothing exponential would change, except everything we know as of today
The Earth would still rot away only the people will go willingly along with it
No more phony shots at stopping the unstoppable fact that the atmosphere is dissolving
‘Murderous men of terrible evil’ would never be pursued and racism would die

In all truth, both paths, one of that may never be trodden, will cross at the end
No matter how much people strive for personality, the dream will never come to be
For there was never any there to begin with, we are all just shells with voices
Merely acting the scenes of a twisted puppet master whom we call God

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To shed some light on the title in brackets, at the end I say God is our puppet master and he controls every aspect of what we do. I'm referencing that, we the humans are his experiment, a new toy of sorts.

Also, the line in which I say men shoot guns and kill people and women are drug addicted whores, I was only stereotyping so don't get your chickens frazzled...

As for my personal comments on the poem, it's a piece I wrote out of pure want. I didn't necessarily want to write a poem like this, I think I wanted to do another twisted love poem but eh. Whichever poem my mind wants me to write I must write, 'cause y'know, my mind dictates my whole body...

I think it's a good poem but not my absolute best... total artistic lag on this end of the monitor.. well, as I always say, enjoy the poem.

Untitled (Experiment #272359 - Human)