Who did we become?
So we've played society's game.
We've attempted the idea of perfection.
Hiding behind the masks we've created,
No longer able to recognize the reflection we see in the mirror.
This poem is about:
Our world
So we've played society's game.
We've attempted the idea of perfection.
Hiding behind the masks we've created,
No longer able to recognize the reflection we see in the mirror.
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