Is it a sin to be original

Is it a sin to be original?
To thrown your hardwork that none one has done?
To be yourself in your own free world,
A world that separates from the frivolities
And the dins
Of society's dying group.

Is it a sin to do what you love,
To get good feedback and bad feedback
That mostly tells you to improve your skill?
Why do you even try anymore?
Why do you even go on here anymore?
You're nothing now.

Is it a sin to be without rhymes?
To say what you want,
Each syllable at a time.
To freely throw in your question marks,
Exclamations and trifles,
But gain no love or respect in return.

Love and tolerance died when man first came into this world.
A show full of joy and wonders,
Now revolted and decomposed into filth.
Ponies who loved to have fun,
Now die under the sun.
And ignorance remains a cruel bliss for [us] all in this abyss.

So is it a sin to be original?
To have better skill in writing than the generic writer who requires an editor every second?
To advertise works that no one would care about in the beginning?
Or to break apart something so obvious and see what you'll get in return?
At least someponies recognized this and knew what this society was meant to be.
Favouritism, bias, terrible sites that pick things for material and funding interests.

But I cannot complain.
I am not in power.
But I am valuable as you.
If I were to vanish, you might vanish to.
If we all vanish...and never came back...
The ones in power would have nothing left to do.

But at least...some of these in power
Truly understand those who suffer.
They too suffer.
They too met painful ends in life.
They too did what they can
To contribute to society...a dying society.

Every society has its merits.
Beginnings.
Ends.
And Recreations.
But the cycle repeats anyway,
For death is common to in something that is not living.

Is it wrong trying to be original?
Trying to be somepony out there?
Trying to not be the same generics on a small box?
Trying to just be recognized as talented or something great?
And trying to get somepony's attention...to tell them...you love them.

Not everypony is the same.
Most know this suffering.
Most understand the outcast of the mainstream.
Most think they know everything,
Bashing on a channel instead of a studio.
Childish.

When the society dies,
Probably shameless guilt will arise.
It always did since explicit content was born,
But hypocrisy is a common thing in that.
No one complains.
They just simply say, "Don't read it then and get out of here."

But they do not understand the consequence behind it.
The impact it could bring on the little ones.
The little ones that were given that beautiful artwork.
That beautiful story.
A story...our society...or a piece of it had taken and killed.
We're no different than they, but we are deeply still ashamed.

Why love a society...
If this society never loved what it was supposed to stand for.
And what it really should have discouraged.
Perhaps it was too original.
Perhaps...it was just not the same.
We had sever our traditional name.