They lack originality  

Envy is their anthem

They have equivalent thoughts that revolve around hallucinating each other

Authenticity makes them tremble and become afraid of failure

They speak as if they had own thoughts but all they really have are artificial opinions

Uniqueness has been erased from their minds

They have transformed themselves into creatures that reveal their deepest insecurities

Uncertainty has invaded their unrecognizable faces

They feast on each other’s mistakes and gorge on an ice-based diet

Sprinting towards their phantasmal victory

They all sense the emptiness inside

Peculiarity is forbidden for them

They do not comprehend the surrounding toxicity

Slitting their wrists, flowing their true selves out

They only listen to what will later be pronounced by their lips

Returning their air-based diet through the toilet

They see themselves as a clogged filthy object

Starting to prolong their feasts and omit their meals

They’re beginning to fade in the endless cycle of  “perfection”

Smoking their consciousness far away

They say: “that’s life”, but it truly isn't

Appearing unable to perceive realness among each other

They choose this life

Only to be dead the whole time