When did I lose what made me human?
When did I become something to rate, something to be judged something that needs a scale to prove my worth?
Constantly being evaluated since birth.
Why does the number of followers I have determine my popularity?
The number of friends, clothes I wear, the place I live, my prosperity.
Why does the number of likes or favourites I get tell me how much I'm praised?
This system is causing me to become crazed
over the grades we set for each other, I'm truly amazed.
When did my report card measure how I am smart?
So much concern for a number and I'm falling apart.
Now I stand on the scale and wonder why,
how I become ugly when the numbers go high.
Don't you love our society, isn't it great?
How we compare and define people with a rate?
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