We think too lowly of our selfs cause of what we're shown-
Through magazines on shelves and pictures on our phones-
Making girls feel like their unwell unless we see their bones
Its like we're all under a spell, trying to be clones

The media controls what is beautiful-
And Everybody wants to sell their souls to feel suitable
If we don't look how we are told to we're unusual
And if you dare to try to make a Bold move you're delusional

They use celebrities to show us how we must dress
They're good aesthetically but inside they have much stress
Which leads to remedies of alcohol and rough sex-
If you want serenity just focus on your looks less-

Cause i feel like we care way too much about what other's think-
always comparing stuff makes us think That we're struggling-
We have to dare to trust to try and find the good in things
Rejections scary but you have to learn to love within

Feeling broken but this world won’t break me down, cause these tears are only made for mine
Pressure is rising with media all around but you’re a king so don’t forget your crown

Be proud that your unique cause no one else is you
From Your frown, your walk your speech to the way you move,
Your probably insecure, thats why your craving views-
You can find value in your flaws anyway you choose-

Now your in absurd debt from trying to look perfect
But what's it worth, considering your now worth less-
This is for the girls, thinking that they've got the worst chest,
Or all the lads who feel disturbed by their third leg-

Some Girl need make up to give themselves a fake look
It's time we wake up, we're not living in facebook
We should appreciate how this universe made us
Instead it seems that we use hate to Replace love.

I bet they call it instagram
Cause it's like picking up drugs when your picture lands,
Then you get ya quick fix when the likes go up,
Now you're addicted to the cycle but now your

Feeling broken but this world won’t break me down, cause these tears are only made for mine
Pressure is rising with media all around but you’re a king so don’t forget your crown

Everyone's a slave to profit-
Some even talk about what others make like it's gossip,
You need to focus on your aims not your wallet,
And demonstrate that we're still the same if we aint got it

Wrapped up in the illusion that is imagery-
We all seek inclusion so we make our lives look glittery,
But the truth is we're just disguising misery
Our time is spent online so we rely on Likes and Insta-Feeds