Just Like You

Being brave isn't cracked up to what it used to be;

Now there's a price to pay for standing alone int he crowd.

Hiding behind a mask as you cry, so no one sees your tears-

Would it matter anyway if they saw?

Or are the people you are always following around already jaded?

They degrade you if you don't have the perfect nails and hair,

And yet you follow them around,

Hoping for the spotlight that is always theirs and never yours.

They tell you that being brave means buying that outfit that's not quite 

in style yet.

And the next time you see someone alone in the crowd, you'll

degrade them too.

Because you're more jaded than ever now, and you'll prove yourself

By finally making someone act just like you.