I was born in a racing heart beat
I inherited a bustling society
A system thrown upon me
Forcing my hand in many different ways
I was made to be different
In a place that begs us to be the same
I was attempting to be different
While the industry of my life drives me insane
And I have developed high anxiety
For my heart races in fear of failure
Not of the system
But failing myself
And then there are the people I was born to
Who drove morals into me
And engraved powerful commandments
Like those handed down to Moses
And my heart is racing
I am scared
I am afraid
Of my existence becoming not what it wants.
And it is funny
For it constantly fights with the ideas of society.
Society wants me to fit into a mold.
While I want to create the mold.
And it is scary to think that society puts such a weight on us.
Like Atlas holding up the world.
That they give us such deeds.
As if we were Heracles killing the hydra.
For it instills fear in me.
And I grab my heart.
Full of high anxiety.
I am scared.
I am afraid.