Blinded we are by this world
We feel like we need to fit in
We change oursselves
Just to be a part of this play
What we forget is that
No one actually knows
Who invented this
We are copying them.
We wear a certain type of dress
For they say we have to impress
We fear to be judged
We want to be loved.
Nobody actually is themselves
They are just a part of this game.
YOU ARE READING
Reflecting The Truth
PoetryWords that intruded my mind and I decided to turn them into something meaningful.
