Conformity.

The potent stench of

the used


the unwanted



the dated
sits in the air

above


me,
and
I can f e e l
the walls of
society

shrinking

and
crushing
my individuality.

all too soon
I will no longer
be



me.
I will be

another bland


another unoriginal



another ordinary
droid

with the flame of
my humanity
extinguished
f o r e v e r . . . .