Poetic Pains

Society

Dear corrupted society,
You are broken. What is worse than you being broken is the things you break as a result.

I grew up with many peaceful morals, much love, and so much peace.
By the age of 12 I was doubting my self worth, doubting the picture I saw staring myself back in the mirror.
By the age of 12 my innocent happiness was broken because of you.
By the age of 14 I was told I had an stress disorder and was labeled as depressed. I was able to be told there were things wrong with me, but not anywhere near old enough to make my own identity (I'm too young to know anything yet). Society, you taught me disappointment and showed me doubt in everything when I was only 14.
By the age of 15, society, you began asking and ordering me to tell you what I was going to do with my life. You told me I needed to be successful and I needed a plan, I needed a plan NOW. Not old enough to drive, not old enough to see an R-rated movie in theaters, yet old enough to have my life roadmapped for me by myself. Society, by the age of only 15, you took away the fun parts of child but neglected me any rights of adulthood.

Society, I live today at war with myself every single day. I still second guess and argue with the reflection in the mirror, you taught me that at 12. I still find it so epically hard to picture myself as a whole human, not fractured by flaws of mental standards, you taught me this at 14. I still get anxious and stressed by the idea that I don't have a perfectly edited and finalized roadmap for my life at the age of 20, because you told me those so defined standards at only 15.
You expect accomplishments, you expect purity, you expect strength, but yet you weaken every single one of these things the way you bring up younger generations.

& now you have forgotten the definition of love.

Society you are broken and you spread your brokenness like a wildfire, we are tired of fighting ourselves, tired of fighting our brothers/sisters, we are BROKEN, and here is my generation.
We will do our best to pick up the pieces and make something good again, in faith that we will not become fully broken in the process.
Oh, Society, you are broken.