Ficticious lives

Fictitious lives,
all hung by strings,
fictitious lives,
no understanding.

giggles and laughter,
porcelain faces,
all sheep in line,
to take their places.

you all have thin legs,
you all have long hair,
your all the same,
yet you still compare

fictitious lives,
all hung by strings,
fictitious lives,
no understanding.

I'm not perfect,
i don't have thin legs,
I'm not perfect,
so I'm the society's dregs?

you all are the same,
don't think for yourself,
i see you as just another one,
sitting on the shelf.

get over yourself,
your no better than i,
you will live an empty life,
and then you will die.

F@#$ social standards,
F@#$ popularity,
all of this S@#$,
leads to insanity.

please rate my poem im begging you
love emma