our fight to assimilate has changed our very beings

trading what we could of been

for what we long to be

trading our individuality for a cliche version of what we are _supposed_ to be

Say what they want you to say

Do what they want you to do

It’s just a mask

It’s just a mask

It’s just a mask

But it’s getting glued to your face

slowly every time you put it on

Can you take it off now?

Can you even take it off?

Who are you if not the mask you choose for yourself?

Identical to everyone else.