Society's Robot
They told me I was too stupid, so I changed a little.
They told me I was too ugly, so I changed a little.
They told me I was too this or too that, so I changed.
Soon enough, the littles turned into lots.
I became so lost, so ashamed, so different to the point where who I was wasn't who I was meant to be.
So far gone from who I was, that I couldn't remember what it felt like to feel real.
Yet still I was taunted, and I didn't know why.
So I kept changing, I kept morphing into a robot of society, which made the feeling of insecurity and loneliness become heavier than any weight.
Eventually I found that they will judge you no matter who or what you are.
Suddenly, I felt this long lost sense of authenticity return.
They told me to change, so I did.
I changed back into who I really was.
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