A Dark & Twisted Fever 

There is a fever running through this town 

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. 

Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

-Till next time!