look inside do you hate what you see?
blinding light has defined obscenity
through the lips and in the eyes we’re told to heed
but who are they to decide who we should be?
will this be a generation’s legacy?
indemnified against the consequences
a plastic face, an individual(ity)’s disguise
it’s just a lie…
and standing out will get you cast aside
soft pastels and all the soothing lullabys
stop and check your imperfections at the door
if you plan to be -ssigned their uniform
will you find yourself alone beyond the sh-r-?
drowned beneath the shallow s-x-centricity?
devalued, meaningless, objectified
is this a life?