market youself;
wear the clothes you want them
to see you in,
pierce the right places
for the right look,
say the things that
you want them to hear
hair.face.makeup.expression.
let them know what to expect,
yaknow, make sure they see 'you'
while you dont let them see you,
and struggle to be yourself
while you kill yourself
and you market yourself
and you sell off yourself
what a world i live in;
it's highschool
but shit's the same all the way through
nobody cares about the right things
they're too busy
buying and selling;
the human stock market
i've got friends, not customers
so i guess i'm broke,
i might just
have to go through the right pains
for the right reasons
cause i'm not killing myself that way
i;m pain free in a society that trades
with beauty as currency
integrity and all the rest
come as a sort of afterthought
what happened to our teachers?
they are locked in our schools
they tell us maths, they sleep in bed
at 9 o'clock at night
while we crack open
our bottles
behind closed doors
and cheer