We are strange people
We say things we don't mean just so people we don't know will like us
We smile even though we are drowning in a sea of our own thoughts
The government lies to us, saying things will be fine but we know they won't
And there isn't a thing we can do about it
You will tell people that you love them but it's never good enough for them
People will tell you that you can be anything
But you can't, all you can be is crushed
Under the weight of a system that is designed to stop you from getting out
But we won't accept that
Not anymore
YOU ARE READING
This Is It Isn't It
PoesíaThings I should have said when I had the chance. A assortment of different types of poetry and things.
