Society

 

Society is a silent killer-

Creeps up on you with preconceptions

Draws its barbarous comments

And strikes down on your imperfections.

 

That hits you into despondency

Then oppressed into relapsing

Dragged into a new mentality

Where you begin equating.

 

Running from the disorientation

Hiding from the yearn of it

But close by is the disillusion

Finally accepting the name “unfit”.

 

Then pummeled with indisposition

Crashed into anguish

Collided with constant altercations

Giving into distress.

 

Only to realize our controversy.

Cut through the malarkey.

We are society-

And we’re killing ourselves. 

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Our world
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