a hundred different words

playing god

judgement day is everyday.
there is always those out there who echo opinions and bias
about where your roots grow, and where they grow old,
about when you're on your knees, are they down at church or on the ground next to bedsheets?
about your past, reminding you that you can't run from it, even if you're fit
but why do we allow this? why not push and resist?
we were shaped to follow others paths,
but when the fuck did someone decide to play god, and have an opinion of who I am and who I'll become?