Why I Hate Society
Why I Hate Society.
Let me preface this by saying this is my least thought out 'poem' yet. I would consider it more of a rant than a poem, but after getting to know the third person to inspire this rant, I was finally pushed into writing it.
How can I hate something I am a part of?
Because as a single middle-class individual I have little-to-no say in the persona of 'society'
If society were a person, I (in this present moment, atleast) would barely represent a stitch deciding the color of clothing it is wearing, but I'm getting off topic.
Like everyone who isn't rich to the point they can buy anything they mislabel as a need as it pops into their head, I have minor complaints about how things are done - but those are generally jealous complaints about why I'm not as successful as people higher up, this has nothing to do with those problems with society. The only way I can completely describe my meaning is moreso to describe what forced me to write it.
Silence - Night
It seems as of late, theres been more air in-between
more pain and more seperation - than can-be-seen
less honest patience and more faked fallicies
I was hoping it was just a dream, but it seems to be reality
but how can it be? that this is falling apart
what seemed one soul falling into smaller hurt parts
and her heart - is corroding on over
to show how - pain can take on over
and I know change - is natural and sober
but your whole lane - well you left it and crossed over
and now it seems restraints keep you from mental violence
but it seems nothing can stop the pain from your silence (echo)
Thank You - Night
I feel the same pain eyes open or eyes closed
lack of beauty essence, I feel the thorns of the rose
froz-en I stand as look at what i've chos-en
my life ruined, lack of existence
uh - and I feel there is no turning back
Im on a one way road as I bleed from my back
and the more that I try, the more that I run away
so much, when asked my name, Im lost with what to say
and im mentally unstable in this dreary lifestyle
arms were cut up by a razor when emotions gone wild
and then thoughts inside - anything but mild
like overdosing - gotta try once a while
and I'm wired, I'm tired - this lifes been like fire
my insides are burning with irresistible desire
to end my suffering, just one cut of the wire
I fought and lost now distraught and Im just a dark reminder
Lost inside - unstable
Only One path for me to choose
You opened my eyes - now I'm able
to mutter the words - Thank You
I always hear that theres light at the end of every tunnel