The Need

You all are followers

You seem to forget identity.

You all are in search of conformity

You seem to settle with docility.

Opinions are not for sale

They have gone out of style.

Submission is the new norm

Without it chaos is inevitable.

Do not express yourself

The pain will only grow.

Bury the feelings inside you

To keep the pressure low.

Stay within the group

Inside it there is hope.

Desires cannot overpower

The necessity to cope.

You all will be one

You seem to mold together.

You all will see the same

You seem to know nothing other.