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The Lost Essence Of Society

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Society dictates who we are supposed to be. Everyone wants to be the best version of themselves, but without realising it we are fulfilling society's definition of perfection. Society has changed. We are no longer allowed to be erroneous and free to be ourselves. We change our behaviour and appearance to meet the demands of a social environment. Ironically we are the ones who makes up society so we should all accept each other and be curious instead of being judgmental.

The poem is based on society and how it has evolved with regards to the influences it has on us individually and collectively. The generation of today perhaps feels suicidal, depressed, bitterness and feelings of hopelessness. We are glued into social media and are more concerned about looking "perfect" than taking time out of our day to be there for the people who truly cares about us. Society is supposed to serve as a strong support system in life and we all are supposed to be a support system for each other.All Rights Reserved

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