Who put these fairytales in our heads?
Who brainwashed us to think great?
Who said that we’re unique;
Our lives are worth living;
That we gain more than we’re giving?
I have a bone to pick with every last one of the people who said,
Because I’m not,
And I’d prefer not to be falsely fed
I have room to improve.
And don’t we all as a race?
These fairytales mean naught
More than lies, beautiful lies,
There to stop reality driving us insane.
(A/N: In response to someone who said that a magic lamp would do)