Us

Who are “we”?  What defines us?  Is it our beliefs?  Our opinions?  Facts?  Fiction?  Why are we the people we are?  Do we each have our own unique genetic trait that makes us who we are?  Or is it everything that makes us as a whole?  Perhaps that isn’t the case.  Perhaps all of us possess the same qualities, except, according to the ways of which we were brought up to believe, we only use some of them.  Or perhaps Society itself forms each individual, shaping one belief at a time.  What defines whether or not one is acceptable in our current state of world?  Is it gender?  Or perhaps personality?  What if at one point, each person had the same exact personality, but in order to keep in tradition with human nature, we all decided to change.  What if we changed ourselves?  Is that possible?  Could the corrupt world we live in today be a product of our own doings?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a lil' rant poem I made about people.  Teenage angst is killer.

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