The voices say
\"Decency is what makes you beautiful\"
I accepted and groom myself, now,
I am decent as such, I should be beautiful, I suppose,
But ,
The demons in the city won\'t let me believe it.
Again, the voices say
\" Being reserved is what makes you modest\"
I am reserved , I suppose,
But,
My city demons enjoys waddling with my esteem.
Whilst alppraisals are thrown at me for possessing the aforementioned qualities,
My demons keep whispering to me that my in_turn appreciations are not good enough
and will never be good enough.
These demons just roam about in my city, unchained!
And they multiply everytime I hear those familiar voices
and those pointers pointing at other people
Prompting me to look at them
and be like them
whilst demons whiper something to them too.