Why I Hate SocietyWhy 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
Silence - NightIt seems as of late, theres been more air in-betweenmore pain and more seperation - than can-be-seenless honest patience and more faked falliciesI was hoping it was just a dream, but it seems to be realitybut how can it be? that this is falling apartwhat seemed one soul falling into smaller hurt partsand her heart - is corroding on overto show how - pain can take on overand I know change - is natural and soberbut your whole lane - well you left it and crossed overand now it seems restraints keep you from mental violencebut it seems nothing can stop the pain from your silence (echo)
Thank You - Night"Thank You"[Verse 1]I feel the same pain eyes open or eyes closedlack of beauty essence, I feel the thorns of the rosefroz-en I stand as look at what i've chos-enmy life ruined, lack of existenceuh - and I feel there is no turning backIm on a one way road as I bleed from my backand the more that I try, the more that I run awayso much, when asked my name, Im lost with what to sayand im mentally unstable in this dreary lifestylearms were cut up by a razor when emotions gone wildand then thoughts inside - anything but mildlike overdosing - gotta try once a whileand I'm wired, I'm tired - this lifes been like firemy