Who Are We?

Who Are We?
We build our own lives and souls
We are unique and separate
But how do we think for ourselves
When society guides us

Society leans over with its fair and beautiful face that hides the darkness within
Spreads out its hands for you to walk on
You feel angelic above all but what is that feeling
It is society pulling at your heart strings
Creating its own Pinocchio
Making you conform to your photographic reality
To be beautiful, to be loved
But to find lies within its truths
That’s when your nose defines who you are as an outcast

You spew your social bible
These are not God’s words

Your blood boils at my hair
Because your heart was been burned with HATE

Your voice sliced by razors
Is what slices my wrists

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