aristocracy or Social Order
Sometimes I look at myself
All I see it's pain itself.
Why should I trust society?
Why do I feel this anxiety?
I feel so desperate to fit
It makes me sick I have to admit.
I have to be perfect
But am so imperfect
Society reminds me
How to make the ideal me.
Why should I be faultless?
Why do I feel speechless?
It's so heavy I can't breath
Inside I'm so death
This ponderous life it's so hard to carry
My ego it's killing me, my life it's crappy.
Who should I blame?
Who should I Shame?
Don’t know what to think
All I do is smile and blink
The fakeness is all around
Society beats me in the last round.
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