Society Travesty
I'm walking down the hall
I'm not a adult yet
but this stress on my chest
making my hands sweat
Kinda nauseated its not
the first day yet
Pressures to have sex
Pressures to properly fit in
Society travesty to have
such great looks and to fit in
Society travesty to smoke weed
do pills
whatever the cheap thrill
its hard when you
carefully plan things
at this age your own peers
try hard to disown you
I don't want to die
Before I reach 25
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