We our children of society,
and perfection must be key.
Laced with smiles but hidden with pain.

We are the children of society,
chained like puppet string and hanging from a thread.
Can we mend the scars but create others on theirs?

We are not great, although we are forced to match perfection,
separated by meaningless sections.
Who has the perfect hair and who can breath my air?

It doesn't matter!
We should join together,
no matter the style we should go the mile,

Because WE are the children of society

It was many and many a year ago,
In a school along the coast,
Sat a room of children you might know,
but none stood out the most.
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
As you realize this all from your observation post
She may look fair,
He could look charming,
but don’t you dare give her a good stare,
and he’s really quite alarming and maybe a bit harming.
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
See? your disarming!
She looks dark,
He is weird
but oh wait she’s really can light the spark!
and he isn’t to be feared!
Deep deep down inside you see, we all have a heart and soul, the choices are what makes us different
We should all be premiered!

So as you can see,
we’re all quite unique.
So do not flee,
come take a peek.
Come see what’s on the inside,
it’s quite critique