A poem comparing hiding the truth and telling a lie…..which do you think is worse?

Have you ever stopped and thought about what you wanted, have you ever thought about how you searched,
have you ever realized how shallow we can be.

When you long to be noticed and loved for who you are, that you’ll do anything. Even if it means being like everyone else. (The first line I thought I heard in a song, and this is what came out.)

A poem about the useless meanderings of everything.

When people follow the crowd, they look and seem to be just one voice, one being. There seems to be no individual at all.