This is What We Have Come To
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In a world obsessed with appearance, with the image of perfection.
How am I supposed to compare, gain confidence, and make a connection?
A world where I can't look in the mirror without disgust,
Even be given a complement without distrust.
In a place where media images insinuate that I am not the "right kind" of beautiful.
How can I expect anyone to want me when the "right kind" is plentiful?
A place where I can't say how I see myself without filters because I'm too afraid to look.
Almost impossible to accept myself and that's wrong in my book.
In a society where people are demeaned because of something so frivolous,
How can basing everything on looks not make everyone furious.
A society where I'm led to believe I am not my best self,
I'm being brought down by perception itself.
In a time where true beauty has to be altered to fit a mold,
How can we sit back and follow the trends we're told.
A time where originality doesn't exist,
And being like everyone else is hard to resist.
In a world obsessed with technology and invention,
How can we not strive towards being perfection?
A world where at the tap of a screen we can become someone new,
And the message that "you are beautiful" can't come through.