Snowflakes Anonymous

They tell me it’s Tuesday and that I have to believe them; that it’s important for my sanity that their version of sanity is upheld and followed, that the traditions and beliefs that keep society on track and a productive collective is the norm regardless of what I may feel otherwise.
They tell me creativity is defined as a mental illness and should be treated to keep it under control.
Every day their machines tell me what to believe and how to behave and that if I don’t succumb to their propaganda I am not normal.
Meanwhile the machine works overtime to make the drugs to dumb down the many that are awakening.
Over in the artificial plastic of snowflakes anonymous many scream to be heard.