21st Century
People want to see
A smiles, happiness, perfection.
But that isn’t reality
People think they know,
Think they can relate
But you only see what is chosen to be shown.
We’d like to think we are in control
But we’re not.
Society turns its back to the intelligent
But worships those who are known
Who are never known for the right things.
The truth is ugly
Covered up
With makeup, perfect smiles, and lies
Those who know don’t care
Those who care are unknown.
We are all just leaves on a tree
At one point we will all fall
But will always grow back with time.
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