Who Are We?

Who Are We? We build our own lives and souls We are unique and separate But how do we think for ourselves When society guides us Society leans over with its fair and beautiful face that hides the darkness within Spreads out its hands for you to walk on You feel angelic above all but what is that feeling It is society pulling at your heart strings Creating its own Pinocchio Making you conform to your photographic reality To be beautiful, to be loved But to find lies within its truths That’s when your nose defines who you are as an outcast You spew your social bible These are not God’s words Your blood boils at my hair Because your heart was been burned with HATE Your voice sliced by razors Is what slices my wrists