I sold my soul for corporate goals
And a white picket fence.
Til that day there will be hell to pay
Though I can’t even make rent.
I sold my style for a salesman’s smile
And a fancy pair of shoes.
Not just my clothes, or my “famous” pose
But even my individuality was through.
I sold my dreams for a boring degree
My beliefs for a shining intellect.
No time for art, no days for thought
Only meaningless work and paychecks.
I sold my heart to play a tiny part
In society’s loathsome movie
I act surprised and socialize
But no one knows me truly.
I sold my life for a cookie-cutter wife
Who stays at home and bakes.
No personality, no unique mentality
Just a body that is half fake.
I sold my soul for reality’s goals
Of being the “perfect” man.
A job, a wife, a house, “the life”
But is this really who I am?