Rat Race

You follow the rat races, Climbing ladders that never end, Surrounded by faces, But not one you could call friend, You stare hungrily at your reflection, Picking apart your every inch, Believing beauty leads to connection, But would it save you in a pinch? You spend like there's no tomorrow, Yet for the poor you've naught to spare, But if it became your turn to borrow, Would it shock you when none will care, You trust blindly in your societies, That if you do it all you will win, But you end up drowning in anxieties, From the emptiness you feel within.