Terminal Uniqueness

Restricting creativity.

Some of us give in to them

And become "pillars of society"

Others hide their strange talents

As to live without a hitch

Note the misery in their eyes-

Don't ask me to live like this!

I suffer from an acute disease

As so many others do

I call it "Terminal Uniqueness"

It gets me shunned for who I am.

The label of "Unique"

Is dished out far and wide

It's not so much the label

But in which way you use it.

"Everyone is unique," they tell us

"Each in your own way"

I can't agree with them just now

I've seen too many similarities.

An argument spurts from the crowd

About a change at lunch

Masses go up in arms because

A new person has entered the fray.

Such a tiny change and yet

Everyone's involved with it

No one's ears are spared a detail

As mendacious rumors begin to spread.

They pretend "new" is an act of heterotopia

It's not; it's merely new

New isn't misplaced

Or a warped injustice

It's a way to further our race.

We brag about our industry

And how advanced we are

I'd think innovation would be the goal

Wouldn't life be a nice thing to keep?

"Terminal Uniqueness;" it does cause it's problems

But because I'm who I am

I manage to deal with it daily.

Environmental stability and

Quickly depleting resources-

You'd think they'd see how "new" can help

And better lives all over.

My case of this disease is harsh

My ideas bold and discarded

No one cares to look around

It's easier to be lazy.

Ideas are one and beliefs are another

To be accepted, you must be the same.

I'm not the same; far from it, really