enough
all the hate and what we destruct
will one day cause us to combust
why? why must it be like this
always thinking about the negative
never wanting bliss
we look at one another with disgust
acting like we can never trust
we get caught up in society
always telling us what we have got to be
will we ever just look in the mirror and say
"being me is enough"?
we think the best has already come its way
and now we are trapped in it's lay
never thinking, i could be the change
always wanting for someone else to blame
so the worst has come to this
lets sit back and talk politics
tv, magazine,
glorifying images of the same old things
i look around but now im lost
"is being me good enough"?
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