We are so afraid,
Of what other people see.
That we don't see when we are praised,
Only envying other people's glory.
That sweet sense of sensation.
We think our lives aren't worth saving,
Not caring about our needs, only our validation.
We don't value the things that we love most,
Because in the end, it doesn't stand a chance.
It doesn't stand a chance to the people that boast,
That we dream to become and struggling to find our social stance.
We are so focused on being like our idols,
That we don't see that our own unique talents are being wasted.
To the point where some of us have become suicidal,
Just because our lives aren't "perfect", and we weren't made to be copied and pasted.