We will construct you into something beautiful
Make you think you belong here
Give you a number based on your rank
But sadly, you're just here for another show
We'll treat you like a Queen
Maybe even hand you a King
We'll also make sure he breaks your heart
Tell you it's OK when it's really not
If you want to be like us
You'll only get one chance
Make sure you're perfect
Or you'll have to change
Now that you've agreed to our terms
It's time we tell you our name
We are society
And you're playing our own little game
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PoetryI don't let people in. I'm terrible at explaining how I feel verbally. This is me being 3000% Done. This is poetry. This is me. © 2019 Rureal ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
