Dress

Trendy styles captivate the eyes
Appealing to creativity
Sashaying in the wind
Creases and indentaions
Trap us like prisoners
Within their unique folds
Forcing our hand
Overpowering our mind
Turning us into zombies of their intricate lines
Cuts away at our layers one seam at a time
Pins and needless to hold it in place
Thorns in our side, hell bent on capturing that style
Tagged like animals, to be survalenced
Watchful eye from their creator
Traveling back in time
We are all slaves again
Slaves to the lines in which we tow
To frivilously splurge unessicarily
All for that one day of fame
Where you get to look like the unique Millions in the crowd
Paying for a carbon copy
Of self expression, trying to fit in
Hoping to stand out
But realize you payed for the opportunity
To blend into the background
And look like every other unique entity
In the universe
Maniputated into contributing
To the execution of self, identity theft