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Just wrote this poem, doesn't have a name or a face.

Enjoy.

We exist between the pages of penmanship we create,
And for lack of better words, it defines who we are.
We can only be who everyone else wants us to be.

Nothing but the feeble minds of today’s youth
Will shake the hands and open the doors of tomorrow.
Crumbling beneath this red winter sky tonight
Will be all that I need to satisfy the agenda of others.
We can only be who everyone else wants us to be.

We construct the dead ends and refurbish our misconstrued thoughts
To fit the exact mold of those who’s hands are dipped in gold.
In big bold letters the headline will read:
We can only be who everyone else wants us to be.