Victims of ourselves

What we portray, this image,
The things we say, and the things we keep hidden,
They are a treacherous reflection
Of society, creating hallow lives,
that proceed with caution
Along the roads of the tendencies or fashions
Imposed by plastic roles
That guide this world towards the wrong goals
Where morality and ethics have no meaning, where lives are corrupted a foully deceive leaves them defeated.
What we truly are is lost deep within each individual, deep within himself or herself
Liberty self expression an identity lost all in good intention, they say so is the path to hell but hat we truly are an recognized is the victims of ourselves
We form and shape society together but that is not who we are..