I'm myself for the world to see,

but the world disapproves.

I observe others mimicking their actions and trends,

but the world laughs at my attempts.

I ignore the world,

but it looks sneakily makes its way into my conscious mockingly.

I lose myself trying to please the world,

but before I realized I was to far in the world branded me with its mark.

I am the world.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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