• Society choses what it wants me to be.
    Molds me like clay
    Pushing me to flee reality

    By what grace can they tell me to be happy?
    Do as they say
    im told it is the key.

    I'm told to do as im asked, but
    be happy
    how can society ask this of me
    when sadness truly destroys my being?

    I am pushed and pulled in all diretions,
    choses made for me
    but be happy

    What joy is life if u are living mine
    on my soul u dine
    for what crime have i commited?

    Society choses what it wants me to be
    Molds me like clay
    Pushing me to flee reality, but


    BE HAPPY!