Society.

Society is wrong, it's corrupted.

Many have noticed.

I wish this wasn't true.

I really do.

But I feel like I'm trapped.

Trapped in my life.

Trapped here alone, even though I'm not.

Society consists of people.

People are evil.

I am evil.

You are evil.

So let my petals wilt and die.

A flower can only stay alive for so long.

But society doesn't care about the flower dying on the side of the street, do they?

Society is wrong.

Isn't that right?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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