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This is something I wrote a while ago, but I like it anyway!!!

ninja Blank Faces ninja

_____I see their faces looking back at me, staring blankly from a dark abyss. Their smiles are all fake. The sheen of their eyes is hollow and insincere. Their minds-less faces scream stupidity, their seem-less expressions are to me more false than those they are ment to imitate.
_____I see blank faces everwhere my gaze rests. Faces that only mimic others, instead of being true to their own unique design. We as humans are prone to change... why then must we all be the same? Why must we all look the same, dress the same, act the same, feel the same, eat the same food or like the same people?
_____I see the same bodies everywhere I go: thin, blonde, blue eyes, highlights; the very image of beauty. But my question is this... What- pray tell me- is beauty? Is it a nice car? Is it being blonde with platinum highlights? Is it having more muscle than anyone else in veiw? Or is it something more? I may be wrong about this- I've been wrong before (on occasion)- but I believe that beauty is simply to be yourself. To not chain yourself by the expectations of society at large and to free yourself from the burdens of conformity; to express yourself as you are, not as others wish you to be.
_____Believe me; I know what it's like to conform to other's whims. I spent months in boot camp conforming to the military's way of things. And do you know what happened? I broke. My legs became stricken by fractures, the mansion of my mind torn down before me. I was left in a dark place, in an abyss with no light nor any excape within reach.
_____Then, when I thought myself in the darkest of places and entertained some of the most vive thoughts that a human mind is capable of, I found my light. Not a blinding light that that appeared above my head and showed me the way to God and heaven; not a searing light that burned me and sent me to Lucifer and hell; not even a purifing light that cleansed my soul and led me to rejouvination and salvation with some other religion. No, this light I had found. This light, a mere spark among millions of other sparks. This spark wasn't evil, nor good. It wasn't purifying, nor damning. It was........warm. Close to my heart, nutral, natural. It cored not if someone died unless I did, wouldn't smile with glee unless I permitted it, nor would it lash out in anger unless I tought it nessasary.
_____In short, thie spark was mine. It was me. This tiny shard of light was my very spirit, was the precise center of all my hopes, dreams, and asperations. It had to have had an ungodly resiliance to survive the military brainwashing, but now was nearly shattered. It was nearly gone. It needed tobe nursed back to health. I searched my entire being for the cure, the ultimate answer to this deadly ailment that had obscured the light of my dwindling spirit-spark. Suddenly; I knew.
_____I knew the answer to the dilema. The military had stolen the one thing from me that I needed to survive as a sentient being; originality. Creativity. Controled insanity. I was a sailor; a member of the United States Navy, greatest and most powerful fighting force in the world. I was conformed. I was uniform. Iwas the same. I was a blank face.
_____The realization dawned on me with awe and dismay. I had turned to the very thing I had warned others about. I had spent so much time trying to keep others from conformity, I conformed myself. What was worse, I did it by choice. No one forced me to do it; I just did. Blinded by promises and offers I pranced happily into the dragon's mouth and begged it to eat me.
_____I changed. I became myself again. I forced my mental mansion back into place, forced the bricks into the places they had come from, into the places they belonged. But, strangely, when I finished repairing my mind, there were still pieces left over. There were still pieces with which to build. So I did what any sencible human being would have done.... I used them. I built my fortress larger, stronger, more durible. I made it seemless; impenitrrable to the human mind.
_____I sit here now completed. Unique in myself and my beliefs. I am no longer a blank face; an empty shell devoid of emotion and thought. I am myself. I am of the Cancer zodiac; caring and undrstanding, but slow to drop my guard. My spirit reflects two animals, both powerful in their own elements. I am the crab; child of the moon, thoughtful and defencive but always protective of those who have taken shelter under my shell. I am also the tiger; cunning and powerful but rarely socializing with others of my own kind. I am me. That is all that truly matters. Now, when will everyone else conform? When is everyone going to make themselves original? When is everyone else going to do what I have done? When will the world drop the facades that bind it so? When will you lose your blank face?

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