Brain Vomit
Life is unfair,
All anybody cares about is makeup and their hair,
We as a society care more about a celebrity child,
And let our own run wild,
The beautiful are disillusioned,
To find a decent person,
One must pry the jaws of society,
The gorgeous people suffer from depression and anxiety,
The pretty are privliged,
People like me are left in a ditch,
Most arguments are solved with a closed fist,
But this life ain't worth living with a knife sliced wrist.
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