It's a screwed up world we live in. We're labeled
and controlled.
By our peers, with names and popularity. We are
stepped on like the rungs of a ladder, and told that to
be successful you have to be on top, and to be on top you
have to be pretty, or smart, but not too smart, or
thin, but not too thin. You have to be fake, but if
you're fake, you're judged.
By the system, with numbers and codes. Cards for
"our security" and pin numbers. If you sneeze,
they know. To the system, you're nothing but a
code, a number, a collection of characters, a slew of
letters. A black and white picture of lines and squiggles that
match with your thumb.
By the world, with success. If you're not
successful in everyone elses' definition but your
own, you've failed. They'll judge you without so much as
knowing your name, see you once in public and brand you for life.
It's sick to think about, but we all do it. That girl with
the mean look on her face must be a brat, and the girl
with her stomach slightly showing must think she's
cute.
It's sick and twisted, how all free-will, any ounce
of originiality, is gone. And it's even worse to know that we
can't do a single thing about it.