Echoes of A Clueless Being

Chain Reaction

God, I'm tired
I feel like I'm going to fall apart
One more trigger
and I'll be bursting to pieces
Like hydrogen Balloon on a hot summer day
gone with a bang.

I know, the old ones will say
I'm lazy and incompetent
I'm weak for getting tired
by such a little mess.
When they can do much more,
in a single sitting,
without complaining.

Silent victims,
I feel pity for them
I'm sad that they could never
express their feelings like us
From the moment they first breathed in
this toxic air
To when they would never again
Mouths are shut and sew to obedience
A slave to society's demanding perfection

I don't want to be mad at them
Because, it isn't entirely their fault
But i can't help myself to scowl
when they try to paint their own
misery on my back.
Tainted me with their own fears and worries
telling me it's for my own good
When all they're doing is only
creating more pain and sorrow.

What did I do?
What did they do?
Who's fault is it?
None of us deserved this
But it's like a never ending chain
A reaction that will never go out
Passed on from children to children
unknowingly
that'll slowly consume and drown us
Until we're not ourself
just another broken clone