I wrote this poem as a reflection on the society I see around me, which I am very much a part of. It saddens me to think about how desperately we all try to be like others. Being yourself has been demonised and as a result I feel that a large portion of people (especially the youth) are striving for an artificial reality. Likes and follows are the encouraging force of the day and if you don’t look and act and speak a certain way, you will find yourself falling behind your peers. We are bombarded with false idols and unrealistic images of what human beings are supposed to be. Just try to figure out who you are, don’t look for validation in the wrong places, and do as much of what makes you happy as possible. For me, writing is the driving force of my happiness, and I post these poems as a means to express myself to the world, but not for the world to validate. If you like them, great. If you don’t, that’s sweet too.



We are all after the plastic.

We don’t want what’s real.

We want to live this life

Unable to feel.


You don’t want soft,

You don’t want vulnerable.

You’re chasing something

Much less malleable.


We are looking for perfection

Without a point of difference.

We want a carbon copy

Of what’s on the screen.


You like the mould,

That you can’t fit.

You want it so badly

You’ll die for it.


What makes you yourself,

Is fading away.

You’re more like them

Every day.