Mainstream River

We look up to our peers simply based on their appearance.
We live broken lives with nobody to tell our stories to.
Our lives, a mass of short lasting pleasure and desire;
We have only ourselves to face the world beyond.
Our opinions are based on what we are "supposed" to think,
Yet we strive to find ourselves in a mass of a river known as mainstream.
We cannot find these things in a mainstream world; yet we choose to live in one.
And when will we learn to find our own style,
A distinct beauty that lies within?
It gains the envy of others wether revealed or not;
But we never acquire it due to our fear of failure.
Oh, if only we knew what a unique world was like.