Stand in this empty world
Looking to shift the blame
We point our fingers
We say their name
We say we hate them
They tell us what to do
How to look, to feel
They think they know you
Society is a trash
They run our lives
Think they know best
You don't realise
We are our society
We're that screaming voice
That judging look
That leave people no choice
We say we hate what they do
That it's a horrible thing
Make us feel worthless
With expectations they bring
But we are them
The people we hate
The knife in our back
That leave us no fate
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Point of View {poems}
Poetry. Because what is the point of living on a revolving planet when all we do is remain inside the box, with the same single minded view? ...
