Short Story: Trending Insecurity

They colour the lines on the page, never the white of the canvas.
They trace the steps before them, their minds are stuck in limbo.
Told what to do, they do as they’re told.
They don’t have rhythm, only a generic beat.
They make fun of the different, though we’re all the same.
There’s just more of them, so outside is insane.

Wear jeans and a shirt, and you’ll surely fit in,
But have the jeans fit too tight, and you’re nothing like them.
But God have mercy, if they see you around,
Wearing a jacket, on a cold winter’s night.

Are they scared or are they angry,
That you’ve fallen out of line?
Will they stop and record you,
Just to laugh at your smile?

Their friends all giggle, at the sight of a clown,
But that clown is a little girl, wearing a tutu and not a crown.

So stand on that line, follow the rest,
Your minds become warped, you think you’re the best.
But you’ve lost yourself, and the most important thing,
You’ve lost your empathy, not just humanity.

So sit on your throne that will pass with the wind,
The people don’t care, they’ve moved on from your kind.
Now you’re stuck with the clowns that you hollered your laughs,
But they don’t want you, a hollowed out corpse.