Orginality.

That's what people lack. How does it feel to live with borrowed thoughts, borrowed books and borrowed songs? To me it may be painful to watch but at least I can sleep at night. But to them... Doesn't it feel dirty? When they look at the mirror do they see themselves or the shadows of their borrowed personalities? And perhaps MY thoughts, MY favorite books and MY favorite songs have been poisoned, having been dragged down and abused, but that's OK since I do not lack the ability to be self defined. I can always find new ways to express my heart. But for those who hide behind a mask... It must be a scary moment when the mask falls off -and by God at some point it will- and they face the void that their life has become.