American Dream

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American Dream

I t  s t a r t s…

in the beginning,

the thinning,

the bending and twisting of your inner will.

The searching for self-approval that you hope will leave you fulfilled.

It sounds painful you see,

but the process is nothing less than misery.

The allure is in the mystery,

but you don’t know its trickery,

until it’s too late.

And we have you.

You see,

you’re just one of the millions of copies that we the society create.

We make little girls believe their worth depends on a date,

and we train their eyes to forget the beautiful person underneath their weight.

Plump your lips until you suffocate.

Wear nice clothes so you captivate.

Popularity is the concentrate.

Beauty is used to compensate.

And gaining talent is only a means to exasperate.

We exaggerate the importance of remaining ageless,

for when the beauty fades these girls will be left aimless.

We scream, “Face lift! Face lift!” in the ears of these cut and paste girls;

wanting to be accepted.

They listen,

fueled by their fear of being rejected.

It’s a beautiful thing really,

tearing apart these girls with the thrifty hands of society.

For just as the blind wish to see,

these girls lust for a love from their own version of Ryan Gosling.

You see, it’s all just one big marketing scheme,

we toy with the hearts of girls trying to float in the mainstream.

“Good Grief,” we say to the girls who go a little too far,

littering their wrists with little white scars,

claiming we stripped them of all they are.

A blue star, these girls are,

shrouded in our societal mystery,

for they were the few who were able to truly see.

Of course they were never free very long from our twisted schemes.

Usually stumbling into traps of self-inflicted tragedy,

Suicidally falling short,

of shedding light on our misbehaviors.

It really is great the power we have over teenagers.

We’ve fabricated a story where you’re on the team

but society’s the star player.

You’re the roof,

but we’re the brick layer.

We have the solutions,

but you’re the taxpayers.

False solutions to depression and insecurity is where we make our money.

Yet, Elusive you remain to the culprit of this thriving prejudice junkie.

 Everyone forces blame onto someone else bluntly,

creating the ironic image,

of a society incapable of crumbling.

However, this “corrupting culprit” has a surprising face to see

For no one wants to believe,

that we are your own American dreams.

So it starts in the beginning,

the thinning,

the bending and twisting of your inner will.

The searching for self-approval that you hope will leave you fulfilled

it sounds painful you see,

but the process is nothing less than misery.

The allure is in the mystery.

And you don’t know it’s trickery until it’s too late

and

w e  h a v e  y o u.

//A mirror image of society//

-h.f.

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