They make you doubt the way you look.
Then sell you dreams from a shiny book.
You feel too small, too loud, too plain,
So, you buy things to ease the pain.
You chase a face that isn’t yours.
You buy more clothes but feel unsure.
You count the likes, still feel alone.
No product ever makes you whole.
The market runs on how you feel.
The less you're sure, the more they steal.
They sell you fear, they sell you lack,
They smile while you keep coming back.
They need you sad, not standing tall.
They profit when you feel too small.
They want your clicks, your cash, your time,
They feed you lies dressed up as fine.
But here’s the truth they hope you miss.
Insecurity is their richest business.
The moment you stop buying the lie,
Their whole fake world starts to die.
Then sell you dreams from a shiny book.
You feel too small, too loud, too plain,
So, you buy things to ease the pain.
You chase a face that isn’t yours.
You buy more clothes but feel unsure.
You count the likes, still feel alone.
No product ever makes you whole.
The market runs on how you feel.
The less you're sure, the more they steal.
They sell you fear, they sell you lack,
They smile while you keep coming back.
They need you sad, not standing tall.
They profit when you feel too small.
They want your clicks, your cash, your time,
They feed you lies dressed up as fine.
But here’s the truth they hope you miss.
Insecurity is their richest business.
The moment you stop buying the lie,
Their whole fake world starts to die.
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