See this heart encased by imperfect skin
It masks the beauty that is locked within
Because society has no eyes to look inside
At the beauty that commercials hide
We see perfection as an image to high
That we fight to make ourselves try
to be something that will never make sense
In this sad world that encourages this
We hear names screamed out at us
to morph us into something, while society laughs at us
It's telling us if we fit the role
then maybe you'll be considered full
They tell you to be yourself then list out what to change
And if your opinions are different you're suddenly strange
If you don't look or act or live a certain way
Then you're automatically cast out and shamed
Hold your head up high and press on
Because I won't be conformed to a society
That's hiding me
Because I'm not who they say I should be
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
See this heart encased by imperfect skin
It masks the beauty that is locked within
Because society has no eyes to look inside
At the beauty that commercials hide
We see perfection as an image to high
That we fight to make ourselves try
to be something that will never make sense
In this sad world that encourages this
We hear names screamed out at us
to morph us into something, while society laughs at us
It's telling us if we fit the role
then maybe you'll be considered full
They tell you to be yourself then list out what to change
And if your opinions are different you're suddenly strange
If you don't look or act or live a certain way
Then you're automatically cast out and shamed
Hold your head up high and press on
Because I won't be conformed to a society
That's hiding me
Because I'm not who they say I should be
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