The world is just a lie,
I am just it's pawn,
Trying to reach the goal,
I try to gain perfection, but only gain an empty soul.
They take and take from you,
But never tell you what it is they want to see.
They hold high expectations you can never live up to,
A picture of something you can never be.
All their fingers point,
Their words drag you into the deep.
You fall again and scream,
As you try to find yourself but only find deciet.
Purge to please,
Starve to see them smile and wish that you could.
Unknowingly we're blessed with their disease,
All becoming victims of hollywood.
I now stare unwillingly at my own disgust,
Peer into the glass at my reflection.
Still hearing their words and disapproval,
I've become just another flawless imperfection.
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