Conformity
Deception portrays,
Perfection at its finest.
Such beautiful lies,
We invent.
Forced assignment,
To play the role,
Against our morals,
We repent.
Identities lost,
Acceptance gained.
Fear of rejection,
Our truth is bent.
Introspection renders useless,
in a black hole of fabrication.
Trapped in the constant pressure,
Our mind is our torment.
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