they want you to be something you're not.
something you were never meant to be.
something you were never cut out to become.
they do not want good,
they want greatness.
they salvage on perfection.
all because your success will become their claim.
thieves steal your treasure.
vultures on your back.
blood suckers at most.
imagine if i was you.
the things i would tell to your face too.
take it.
and leave it.
im just gonna be me.