You would not believe,
How taxing it could be,
To have your life,
Always playing on a screen.
Your movements are under scrutiny,
Your life led by physical beauty,
Not what you believe in,
Not allowing you to have a personality.
That one mistake you made,
Years ago to the day,
It's there with everyone watching,
The one thing you never meant to say.
You're going to be judged for your face.
Your smile must always be in it's proper place.
You will not have your real emotions,
Shown in the public space.
This is what's expected from you,
You will always be forced to look brand new,
A little concept you must follow,
As the public scream at the sight of you.
The public won't have a clue,
Into the hell we put you through,
So we can get paid,
While you are being viewed.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
