We followed each other, single file. Every morning. Never skipped a beat. We were numbers in a broken system. A last name and a first initial. They didn't even look at our faces, they didn't care, we didn't care. Conform or lose these rights. Conform or you become less than this. All humanity was lost, our punishment for choices made in haste. Some deserved this. Some committed heinous acts, some were already lost. Some. For those of us who were shaped this way, for those of us who believe in a different set of rules, the system doesn't care, it paints us all with the same brush. Manifested fear for preemptive positioning in a world that is set in its ways. All I feel is rage.