Unoriginal Poem by Annia Rosa

All these ideas
All of these words
All of these sounds
All these creations

none
all
Where does it come from?
Where did it start?
We know where it goes
From where did it depart?

Subliminal
Subconscious
Influence
Indoctrination

how far does it go?

what of these
are mine
what of these words
can I trust?

'Society is in our bed! '
cheeks red
'Society is in our heads! '
they said
'Society is all and one'
'Society is never fun'
'Society is for the good'
'Society's misunderstood'

what of these thoughts are of my own
where were these thoughts first born
what is true
what is real
what is mine
What's the deal?

Maybe I'm not as original,
it seems. Not as One,
but part of Them.
Maybe I'm just a piece,
fitting perfectly into a puzzle;
Maybe a cog
in a machine;
Maybe a thought
inside a mind
inside a cage —
This prison of mine.