ALIENATED

diablito666

Mars Attacks! (1996)

Some days I feel alienated

from the people around me.

They talk and walk like me

but their words are strange.

Thoughts of a different tongue.

Humor of a separate species.

Lovers of everything Kardashian.

Clothes made from the same cloth.

Clones of the lowest elements.

What happened to individuality?

What happened to modesty and charm?

Lost to our race.

Lost in the wake of selfies.

CARBON COPIES OF OURSELVES

Do we have doubles?
Human beings who are
exactly like us?
It would be much easier
to replicate an animal
than another human being.
Someone may look like me, but
there’s no way they could be me.
Someone with the same ambitions,
insecurities, hopes, and dreams like me.
No way!
We’re each unique in our ways.
Would we even want a carbon copy
of ourselves?
I definitely wouldn’t.