The K-Factory

Training until they can taste blood,

It's never enough,

No dating, no phones,

Plastic procedures,

Dieting until they are skin and bones,

Competing and put against each other,

For years and years,

Chasing the promise of a debut,

But, even if they do,

The public still has a lot to say,

From their personality to the shape of their face,

You call them idol,

But, pick on them when they can't live up to the mantle,

They are in debt, and no matter what they do,

They can't seem to win,

From contracts that are too long to scandals that are made-up

Each company sells the idea of the "perfect" idol life,

In reality it's just mental torture wrapped in pretty paper,

Porcelain skin, slim figure, and bigger eye's,

Most of these netizens never look like that but expect these people to,

Is it really love if you can't treat them like humans too?

Being famous and sacrificing that much,

On the promise of being rich,

It's a lie and too many people buy into it,

Most artists just want to dance and sing,

But, get turned into something or someone completely different by the time their training is finished

It's a factory, they are stripped of their freedom, dignity, and self-esteem,

They are treated like products by the maker and the public

Until they are no longer able to take it

They break just to then be replaced

By a new set of victims.