Drama and love.

There are those who hunt the same.

With you, they form a wolf pack

Then go and play the game.

They choose then pick apart

Those that bring them fame.

If we're not like you,

Then we're kicked out.

And you wonder why we don't come back.

You think you're cool?

Who measures that?

If I were you, I'd check that fact.

Running, running,

Climbing, Climbing,

Chasing, looking,

It's a race to the top.

Then what?

When you make it, do you just drop?

Hair, makeup, shoes.

Why should we care if it's old or new?

Worry and worry,

Try to heal dry skin,

But not your calloused heart

Which could use some looking in.

Comparisons.

They break you down.

Asking, as you look around,

"Why can't I be like her?"

As you paint your pretty face.

Which makes me question why

That's even a question in the first place.

Don't listen to those who say,

"We'll teach you to be happy,

Just follow society's ways."

But it's hard to follow a shifting arrow.

A model.

That makes you spend money on makeup bottles.

Makeup for what?

A personality?

You hold it like a shield.

One you run and hide behind.

While you search for something real;

Some small truth to feel inside.