No, this is not me, the person you see
To reveal yourself is strongly forbidden
In our island everyone is a traffic cone
All our differences are deeply hidden
No, I cannot see the quality in me
To arise the dead is a secret lost art
In our school, teachers are machines
All our weaknesses are left in the dark
No, this is not me, the silhouette you see
To beg for a drink is considered rude
In our house parents quietly dictate
All our ambitions get lost in the food
No, I cannot see the desire in me
To feel good would acknowledge bad
In our hearts survival is the message
All our healthy needs are patiently sad
No, this is not me, the ghost you see
To live for the moment is but a dream
In our life we choose to play dead
All our desires are told not to scream
No, I cannot see the hope in me
To expect good fortune is a sad trick
In our future the past remains hidden
All our actions will be done in the nick
Cheers!
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