The Beauty of "Me"

All the flowers and trees
Will have silicone leaves,
All an unnatural green.

What good is a rose,
With a fake plastic nose?
Is it best to be heard, or seen?

The world we've created
Is something mutated
From the lives of the foolish and young.

What good is a song,
That's been dead way too long,
You can't sing with that ring in your tongue.

Girls starting diets,
And boys starting riots,
What happened to innocence?

It's gone with the wind,
It's not like back then,
And it hasn't been that way since.

Life is confusing,
And Nature is losing,
To the Mannequin Army's fight.

What good is a rose,
If nobody knows,
What's morally wrong and right?

Beauty is changing,
And there's no use complaining,
We've been heading this way all along.

As real beauty dies,
We ask ourselves Why?
How would we get life so wrong?

If we're all the same,
Then what's in a name?
We'll all just be X, Y, and Z.

I won't speak for you,
But I'm staying true,
And holding on to the beauty of
"Me."