The Same

Why do we try to be the same
dangling like puppets by our strings
bound by smiles of warning
and threats of friendship?

Is it wrong to be different
just as gaudy parrots
imitate a crowned cockatoo
trying to gain its stained white look?

Do you erase
the colours of yourself
that which make you beautiful
only to find a canvas stained and torn in vain?

We try to be individuals,
to be ourselves,
Yet cannot do without
people of the same 'different'.

It is expected.
It is commanded.
It is human.
So don't try to be anything but the same.

26 April 2006