Society

My existence is a motion image.

Billions are previewing my movements.

People making me wish to be camouflage,

causing me thoughts to go make improvements.

People only see me from the outside,

trying to convince me that they know me.

Society judging more than statewide.

Stress makes me so carefree, I need to flee.

I got to prove it all wrong, I’ll show you.

I am only human. I make mistakes.

I got to show it from my point of view.

This drama is not worth all the heartache.

We all have a story. No need to judge.

No need to worry, if we never budge.