Getting My Own Life

There are a million faces like mine.
Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if the number had now reached two million,
With the rate that original made copies of himself, it's hard to know for sure.
A million copies that look exactly like him.
A million copies to do whatever stupid stunt he wanted them to do for 'science.'

That's why I had survived so long.
I wasn't as stupid as my other clone brothers.
Willing to follow his directions like lemmings off a cliff.

No wonder there were a million faces like mine.
There had to be.
Because my original couldn't accomplish everything he did otherwise.

I just wished...that he'd actually see us as real people for once.
I stood in line, keeping my expression neutral as Original walked through the ranks. Pencil tapping at his chin as he decided who his next victim would be.
I never understood this morning process. If we all looked exactly alike, dressed exactly alike.
What was there to decide between? Why not just pick the first clone closest to him for his mad schemes?
Of course, his indecision was possibly the only reason why I had survived getting chosen for this long.

I held my breath as he walked past yet again, keeping my eyes forward. I needed an escape. A way to get out of this death trap. To actually be someone besides a number. To have a name of my own. To get out of my creator's thumb and have my own life. I wasn't just a mindless clone. I was me. And I very much wanted to stay alive to discover more of who I was and how I was not exactly a clone to the Original.

-Inspiration from watching Inside Out -Imaginary Boyfriend