Many.

Descriptive thoughts with words people have already used.

We're told.
We're told that we're different;
Unique.
That's what they called it.

We are the one among many.
As I grew up, I realized;
That was far from it.
I realized I am different;
But I'm also the same.
I am the many amongst the one.

Identity is a cute term.
Flung around like the fear.
Fear of what?
Fear of what we wanted from the start.
Unique.

I want to be unique.

So does everyone else.

I am not the one among the many.
I am the many amongst the one.

One day I'll break the mold.
One day someone will.
There's too many of us not to have hope.