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Two Black Dots and a Half Circle

Time to turn a new page

to write a new book

as i see each blank space

only as an oppurtunutiy 

to fulfill my own happiness

I start with a smile 

two black dots and a half cricle

I scribble words across each line

only to be unsatisfied

the blackness of my pen starts to bleed

as I realize I haven't been me

with each new word

each new drawing

am I really myself?

Or just another illustration drawn in a book

with two black dots and a half circle

Am i just two black dots and a half circle?

Have I fallen into the illusion?

Did i take too many steps back just to become and illustration?

As I fill these pages cover to cover 

wondering what to do 

or who to be

how to think or live.

Am I really doing it for myself?

Or am i only doing it

for the satisfaction of others

to become two black dots

and a half circle.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I think this poem can really be understood by a lot of people in a variation of ways. The point is to be happy for yourself, it's sad how many people try to pressure you into happiness just for social purposes ie: to gain more friends, or be popular, well I say be happy if you want to be, There was a point in time where I was just joining another status quo. Don't be happy because someones forcing you. Be happy for the reasons you want, because you want to. Don't let someone force you into being two black dots and a half circle, just another carbon copy. Stay orginal My friends. Cool

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