Unconscious
Overwhelming thoughts
What if they judge me
What if they don’t like me
Everyday these thoughts
Overwhelm our mind
Our true being
The morals we hold all vanish
Along with personality we hold
Gone into thin air
We live unconscious
As we all conform
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