Social Tendencies.

You say that I'm pretty, I've heard it all before

Your two intercrossed fingers; "How vile and impure!"

You tell me I'm funny; laughter's the cure

But it's not a joke when you're insecure

About what people say about your character

Judging you fatally like well-dressed barristers

It's hard to feel wanted, they make it seem impossible

To climb the social ladder, when that is very possible

Because the ladder is an illusion; a careful way of deception

To capture the self-haters and change their perception

And make them feel guilty for not wanting directions

From the rich and the popular on their strong inception

Manipulating personality at a level so unattainable

That the laws of the world find its so agreeable

To use us as objects; "Why, this is unbelievable!"

They've trapped us in too deep

But our rebellion is inevitable.