Trapped in an image,
Afraid to be judged by the people around us
Not being who you’re suppose to be,
Forced to be what the world wants to see,
What they think is right.
Not being who you are
But not being who you’re not’
We’re nothing but an image that was bought.
An image chosen not by us but by people’s thoughts
Having to act upon what’s right to the eye,
Not by what you feel inside.
We’re all judged by the image we carry.
The eye see’s nothing pass that image,
Shallow is what the eye is.
It's what I would change,
to open up vision,
to see what's inside
changing the view