too young to be this sad | poetry

backwards

why does my tongue grow meaner every day

and force disgusting sentences out of my mouth?

society, why have you made me this way?

why do my eyes grow colder every day

and send daggers cutting through people's edges?

why do i never learn

but always burn

and then lose the ones to turn to?

why is self-control such a rarity nowadays?

this power struggle over myself is a delusion.

or is it influenced by society?

because everything

seems to be going backwards around here.

there's no one to turn to

but the grown-ups on their thrones

who delve into the plangency of greed

and power

and fame

while people are suffering out there.

i try to scream for help

but the grown-ups tell us

"there's nothing wrong."

everyone's moral compasses are gone.

everyone's GPS' are scrambled.

everything

is going backwards.