Poetry from a damaged soul

Its chaotic

I try to write between the lines and learn and breathe like the rest but I can't. I can't do the test that everyone else is doing. They've been wired, they've been brain washed. I've still got perspective on this world to see the real society. It chaotic and torn and all these kids are getting worn down to bone, information being shoved down their throats, stressed out, piling pills , faking ill because they can't get out of bed. All these kids like me just want to be dead.
We're fed false information about which path to choose but it's not their decision it's my own.
I've grown to know that.
I've lived on my own.
All this time I've been truly alone.
So I see what this world is.
While everyone else?
They don't have a clue.
Eyes paved over with glue.
I just really wish they knew what they are getting into...