Sometimes I lay awake and stare at my ceiling
I hear the voices of my doubt and I can't get them out of my head.

I shut my eyes, and I can see those I can't be.
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See
I
Hear
SOCIETY

It tells me if I work
It tells me if I hurt
It tells me if I don't say a word
It will be all the worth

How does society feel, knowing that it is pressuring the children into body standards that is unachievable.
We cry our eyes out,
The boys
The girls
The they thems
The both
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Why must we be what you want us to be?