Haven’t even lived my life
I’m tired of playing the role
It’s a game we were all born into
Cheaters always win
The good holds us back from success
A liars game
How can you call this “MY” life?
When I have no power
Only strife
The armies march on—
Lopsided
As those find a way
To make their path plain.
AGE
Yes, I’m from (in) the internet age
People, they scare me
I leave home only for my medicine
Grass and amphetamines
SSRI? I can’t see
People are always out to get me
To get me
To get me!
To mute people in real life is becoming a habit
Social situations are not for me
No, I’m a killing machine.
We will feel
Try and cut your losses
Turn on the friend
In the city they drowned us
-we will feel-
Before the nature leaves our souls
Not all of us want fame
Golden stairs and diamond bars
Killing yourself for greed
Why do we see it this way?
At night, stark skies reappear
-we will feel-
Oh, and we will feel someday
Bright and right
Is no longer in sight.
And so, they got me
Got me under control again
Their control that strips me of my humanity
And leaves me a soulless husk
I want to free myself of this control
But it’s needed for me to continue on
In this society to be productive
A salary man or a brainless robot
I for one reject this intrusion
And I seek higher things
The eternal things
And the sparkling remains
Of one, once great
Need to shone to us again
In this dire time.