Warzone

Society has become a warzone in itself.

The enemies are your deepest, darkest secrets and the negative opinions of those in the surrounding atomosphere.

The ammunition being fired in your direction from the other side are insults and doubts. 

Your only source of protection is makeup.. so you think.

You dispose of your personal beliefs and morals in order to mold yourself to fit into society's depiction of "perfection".

Never should you dare try and change any of this though, for you shall be shunned by the rest and considered to be a disgrace.

 

This is what our world has become.

However, it doesn't have to be.

Makeup is only temporary. It doesn't have the power to change one's beauty; it can only enhance what one already obtains.

Break the shell that society has forced you into and make a change, even if you start just by smiling and complimenting someone else who could be having a bad day.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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