Impossible to predict,
Yet, so impactful on your life,
Unless you're a hermit.
It is also like a microphone,
Amplifying your doubts,
And the doubts of those close to you,
Turning their whispers to shouts.
And it doesn't matter who you really are,
Perception doesn't care about that,
We're all just wolves feeding on lives,
Waiting for the weakest to crack.
And that's not alright,
Though, how else can we survive?
I suppose by mutual support,
And respect for the uncertainty of life.
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