Society Does Not Define Me
In this shell,
Anger prevails.
Multitudes exact judgement on me,
Before they know my soul.
Existential wisdom is lost on them,
As their thoughts have already been consumed.
Utopia preoccupies their minds,
Telling them what is acceptable.
If they could break the mold,
Freedom would be freer.
Unlike them,
Lies do not define me.
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