Whats the world comeing to?

Everywhere I look,
What do I see?
Horrifying creatures,
what could they be?

It's hard to understand,
That they're people I know.
Tattoos and piercings
All for show.

Their bodies are polluted,
Their skin is torn apart,
Some treat their skin
like displays for art.

But all they're really doing
Is harming themselves.
Some have tattoos
Who aren't older then twelve.

The world is really failing
On it's chance to make peace,
The tattoos and piercings,
They'll never cease.

Unless it's made illegal
For some it's not a choice,
because a girl like me,
Is only one voice.