Who Are We Really?


Every person is a somebody,
no one is a nobody,
people always think in these ways,
our personality is no longer for us these days,
we give it up to follow a person who we believe is our leader,
without a thought we abandon ourselves to live a life of another,
happiness is what we think we have when its really a false smile,
like a white peacock a leader is hard to find,
but thats just in my eyes

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