Look Alive --as you're dying inside--

I’ve no one to talk to and it’s bringing me down Can’t be myself so I try on someone else But the outfit never seems to fit Too tight Too suffocating And I can’t breathe Makes my waist look small and my chest look big It's what everyone else wears And I'm told to fit in I hate it but- no one cares We look so alive but we are all dead inside The pain is irrelevant The suffering is a consequence We cast no eyes to everyone else And only a blind eye to ourselves When I die I hope for my ancestors to read this But I know That they won’t care either