Dear Society,
you’ve created a monster
who chooses to feast on me,
because in this ruthless world,
I am her necessity.
I nourish her standing
I nourish her insecurities.
Dear Society,
You’ve created a bully,
with every remark increasing popularity.
But is destroying an innocent,
worth the followers you seek?
I am her victim,
I am what she needs,
for power to be obtained.
Society,
you are her excuse.
So what does that make me?
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