You walk beside me, but only if the higher person agrees with me. You are a coward, a mutation put in my path so I can learn criticism. I act like I love you, I hate you! This is for all the people who choose to be someone else for power, for the insane thought of popularity. You our fake, an individual who has no human soul. You walk in a body that others made, you are useless, a copy of society. You our nothing that doesn't already exsist, and I don't associate with old toys. That's the wonderful thing about life. If everyone was their own person, old would truly stay in the past.