They tell us that we should know who we want to be,
but how can we do that when we don't even know who we are?
They tell us not to look directly into the sun,
so we never bother to look into the mirror.
They tell us to never step on a sidewalk crack because we shouldn't want to break our mother's back,
but we do anyways as if we have something against her.
They tell us not to be sad,
but how can we ignore the feeling they give us?
They tell us they love us,
but how can we believe that if they never touch us?
They tell us to fear death,
but why should we?