Pickle in a Jar
Dear past,
present,
and future
Self,
you are living
in a glass cylinder:
Society.
It warps your vision,
skews your world,
and puts a barrier
between you
and your dreams.
You are a pickle.
Some find you sweet,
others sour.
The substance
surrounding you
Is tinted.
Break free!
From the biased vision,
from the bitter juice.
Decide who you are,
what you are,
and don’t
just live
like a pickle
in a jar.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world