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Pondering a reputation,
Incessantly haunting our minds,
A broadcast of hearts clamoring
For acceptance,
Our worth resting on a shaky symbol.
Mysteries are fading away.
Desperate to conform to magazines
We present our filtered lives.
“I don’t care” is the national anthem.
But inside, we feel the stab of judgement
And the ever-present ideal of perfection.