We are all judged by our clothing than our personality.

Rich, popular the only factors that matter.

If you’re nice, you get mocked.

You hold back on rage, you get bullied.

I voice my opinion.

And hell fire rains upon me.

Keeping quite and watching as the world turns into something filled with filth and lust.

If one tries to bring about a change, you get dragged and shattered till there is nothing left of you.

What have we come to?

 

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