One In The Millions

Again,

I begin,

to feel like I'm going through life in no particular direction,

to feel like instead of being one in million,

that I'm one in the millions,

I don't feel like an individual,

I feel trapped.

We are all mass produced,

it's a sad sad fact.

We've been taught to revere the ground they walk on,

give them some respect, 'But where's my respect!' I cry,

it's a cry unanswered,

because I am one in the millions,

I am trapped.

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