Same

A poem about a rather strange realization.

I've something to admit
It may seem rather strange
but I find myself boringly, terribly, same.

Each person I meet, I act just like them.
It not something I choose -
a matter of whim.

I drink when I'm thirsty
I laugh at whats funny.
I even dry my nose when its runny!

I see with my eyes
I feel with my hands.
I use my two ears to hear and my two feet to stand.

What is this madness, this state that im in?
I can't seem to change it
I cant seem to win.

I try to be different
I try to stand out
to do something new within and without.

But no matter how hard I try
my efforts are lame.
For I stay just as boringly, terribly, same.