Hip Like A Hypocrite

Today, Heroes are hard to find,
You can't find them in a cereal box anymore,
They are all people who have a closed door to a open world,
In my eyes, I mostly see the stuck-ups who are deaf & blind,
But that's not what defines a hero.
They are trendy but yet unhappy,
Looking for a hero and some sense of life,
Celebrities mixed with the rich & famous,
Fear mixed with greed & insecurity.
In the end, Their all hip like a hypocrite,
Always trying so hard to fit in,
Searching for hope & importance like diamonds in a world full of bronze,
They're climbing the corporate ladder with desperation for success,
While slowly being revealed it's going no where,
Like a merry-go-round, A constant cycle.
The corporate ladder is a full hive of toe jam,
Ironically rotting in a hell of their own making, fueled by motives of self-medication.
Trading their hearts for satisfaction but really getting nothing in the end, Fooled to believe the lie.
Climbing the ladder of success:
Looking down & crashing to the ground like a thousand plates-

CRASH!

The cement cracking their craniums & hearts until the pulse is at a stall,
Climbing the ladder of success, and finding out that this is all?
Their hip like a hypocrite,
And yes, the chip on their shoulders are self-pity,
Going through the world without a purpose,
It seems to me that their lives are less than worthless,
They get their satisfaction then leave with a bitter taste,
Amazing how their talents turned out to be such a waste,
I believe they're not helpless though,
There has to be a way to show.