Society plays us like children with barbies.
Our thoughts and judgments become one,
Accustom to this idealistic,
A slave to perfection.
Cry and your weak,
Lie and your accepted,
From a young age creating our imaginary society through plastic.
Though become flesh and our views too will soften,
Moulding our opinions to follow society's beliefs;
Forgetting the values on which our opinions were based.
And buckling under the pressure of acceptance.
Letting go of our independence,
And becoming a victim of society
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Food for thought (poems)
PoetryA bunch of poetry that can be seen in many different ways. A lot about growing up :)
