A fever to be number one
There is a fever running in my head
A sickness I hope to God will be cured
What is so alluring about this thought
This feverish speck in my mind
To be the best that anyone did see
It’ll be a fever that makes me dig my own hole
What good is this want to be more
To be more attractive
More golden, beautiful, enchanting
When a fever will be the cause of death?
It’s a sickness causing me to tear myself down
To peel my skin till it is puffy red
To burn my hair till it is ‘perfect’
To prick and prod until I am something different instead
This fever is a spike in the chest
A demon whispering into the brain
You’ll never be good enough
Now slave away until you fit the mold you have made
What good is popularity?
What good is topping the charts?
When your starving your sweet heart?
When your destroying the good inside you?
There is a fever running through this town
A fever that destroys with a touch
I’ve gained this dirty sickness of Society
I’ll be happy when I am skin and bones
Society is a crushing truth that we have all created for ourselves. This is my outcry for the times I looked at myself in the mirror and was unhappy with what I saw. The times were I wish I could live in a complete other body, because my own was just not good enough. We should all be proud of the beautiful human beings that we are. This world is twisted and sadly we have created that mentality for ourselves. We need to break from this fever and live the lives we were meant to lead. Be happy. Be you. Never be ashamed of who you are.
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-Till next time!