Society
I look at them.
Those beautiful people
From which my insecurities stem.
Society tells me that they are perfect
and that I should change myself
so then I'll gain respect.
Can I not say that I am beauty?
or would that make me
sound snooty?
Neverthless,
society has done it's job
in making me obsess.
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