Society

On an everyday basis

We pass many faces

Of those we love

And those we hate

And it's always choices by fate

We walk with fear

Or with confidence

By those we hold dear

Or those we ignorant of

We walk with a thought

Of what others think

An everyday battle is fought

Of what's inside our heads

Yes

We are oppressed

We all are

And it makes us stressed

On how were dressed

And how's our hair

It just isn't fair

We walk a thin line

Of something so fine

That if we aren't careful

That line will break

Because of a little mistake

A mistake we make

That causes us to be judged

Society

A cruel place

Where one cannot be one’s self

Instead

We place ourselves on a shelf

And ignore what's in our head

That is what we must do

For if we don't

Others place an opinion

Even if there are a few

Who accept others

No one is free

No one is free to express

Or to live

No one is free to dress

As they please

Because someone will find the ease

To break your stride

So they might not have to give