Poems from the Hurt

Society's View on Morals

Everybody tells me
My future is in my hands
Yet, I'm also told
What I do now will have future consequences
There's a constant struggle
Am I doing the right thing?
Am I doing what's right for me?
Or am I basing all my decisions off what these people have told me?
I don't know the difference anymore
That's my constant struggle
My mind has become tainted with society's view on morals
Every decision I make pressured
Not by my own voice
But by the voices of everyone else
Telling me right from wrong
An Angel on my right shoulder
A Devil on my left
But I was never religious
I knew that I always had a sense of morality
But the discussion of my individuality?
Was little to none
How could I be different from anyone else
If all my decisions were based off of what everyone else thought
Were they truly my decisions then?
What I did know though, is I just wanted to be happy
And I knew my choices weren't making me feel that way at all
So I decided I was done
Done listening to what everyone else thought
Because without them, I'd be happy