I have insecurities, of course, but I don’t hang out with anyone who points them out to me.
They do not have a mind of their own
Or they put it away a long time ago in a place unknown
They are governed by the acceptance of society
And they rue descriptions of notoriety
They have suppressed morals, no ethics and lack a single principle
So that they can always remain visible
But are they really?
They are just pawns in their friends schemes
Only called on when needed that’s all they do it seems
They are victims of their own illusions
That their self worth is determined by other opinions
They are willing participants in manipulations
Until reality comes with a revelation
That they are members of the insecure Race