The Murder of Society
Magazines, beauty queens,
We all just try to live our dreams.
Pressure from the people
Saying to treat others as equals
But we judge as we see,
All we want to be is free.
We ask the mirrors on the wall
Who's the greatest of them all;
Not me nor her, him or they.
We can all be better
At least that is what they say.
As the mirrors lie to me,
Only my complex I can see,
Wishing to be different, I am so ignorant.
Putting on fake smiles, it goes on for miles.
Suicidal kids not meeting self-expectations,
Just wanting to be gone and have no limitations,
Dreams of no judgment, yet dies because of it.
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