Forced

Isn’t it sad, how it’s easier to notice the few flaws we have, But overlook the beauties we own and qualities that last We grow anxious about our weight, And the way we look in pictures that we take Our minds focus on just the features that we tend to hate It’s a never-ending, vicious cycle of hiding beneath our fears Our brains outsmart us, for they hold the gears We are scared to believe that, We have any more purpose than to live and die Cause we believe that we’ll fail, and this means We need to try Generations after generations, we are stuck in repeat Of clinging to crowds who don’t let us free They tell us who we are Without letting us choose They leave us with open scars Surrounded by a bruise We are the sick generation, of deciding who’s who They say to be yourself, but the only option they lack is letting you be you And if that’s not vile, then please inform me on what is Because what’s worse than feeling lonesome, Is being forced to fit in.