They... We

Somehow “they” has become we... I blame myself.

We lie with smiling eyes as we spread our thighs for drunken boys only because their letters match our own.

We put our pussies out on loan.

We fake short breaths and moans to protect fictional thrones they believe six weeks of hell has earned them.

We turn them-
out

Inside we scream and shout as we
project perfection
pretend affection
and fear rejection stemmed from the detection of unique thought.

We are one.

We share skin dyed by artificial sun and blacked-out nights assumed to have been fun

We unite only in our fallacy.

We deny our deviance with utmost obedience.
We contrive fantasies of independence
as we pass down deciet to our decendants.

We walk through the quad unaware that we're the joke.

Surrounded by people we're empty shells.
Each of us trapped in our own personal cells

I didn't know I'd be pledging hell.

At the very beginning you learn to fabricate on comand.
We watch our small purjuries as they expand
I wish I was strong enough to take a stand.

But I can't.