Reality

Two sets of clothes were enough
Mis matched, worn, scratched, torn
Two sets of clothes were enough
To get your opinion on me
You knew if I was rich
Or maybe pretending to be
Two sets of clothes were enough
To get that job, to get rejected
To be involved or to get kicked out
Two sets of clothes were enough
To be mediocre, out of style
If famous, then to set a style.
Two sets of clothes were enough
To predict my day, to set the energy
The colors it reflected was somehow connected to me
Two sets of clothes were enough
To make us friends, to validate I am pretty
Those two sets of clothes were enough
To make us jealous end everything that was pretty
I got where I am in my two sets of clothes
Which don’t fit me and I slowly hate
How it looks, how I look
Two sets of clothes were enough
To make me see the reality
Yet two sets of clothes were enough
To finally break me.