Why is society so cruel?
Wanting us to be beautiful,
To be successful,
To be perfect,
We want to be free,
To be imaginative,
And they judge,
They hate,
They suck our happiness and joy,
Can't they see?
What they're doing is killing us,
Their demands are demonic.
We are never enough,
Talk a lot,
You're annoying,
Talk little,
You're antisocial,
Smoke cigarettes and wear leather,
You're bad news,
Being nice and kind,
You're fake,
Eating too much,
You're fat,
Eating little,
You're anorexic,
Being different,
You're abnormal,
Wearing black,
You're gothic,
They think people should be rightfully flawless,
Anything that would ruin the balance is catastrophic.
There's a way,
To escape the wickedness,
Only for a while,
But it's worth much,
It's a world every human wishes to live in until the end of time,
A world where every color,
Every sound,
Faint or loud,
Every thought,
Good or bad,
Every emotion,
Glee or sorrow,
Every heartbeat,
Calm or erratic,
Is harmonic.
A whole new dimension,
Where you can let go all of your worries,
All of the tension,
The hardships,
That are gradually and painfully murdering your precious essence,
A whole new universe,
And you are floating,
No thick ropes,
No metallic chains holding you back,
You can finally break free,
From everything that is toxic.
This breathtaking place,
You cannot see,
This magnificent place,
You can only feel,
It is unkown,
Yet it is familiar to all whom are unique,
It does not need logic or the mind,
Only the power the heart possesses,
It's a way to cleanse the soul,
From the brutality,
The hatred,
The rejection,
It's therapeutic.
We will never understand,
The ferocity of society,
They love to see us fall apart,
Crumble to the ground by their poisonous words,
They love to see us go mad,
To see us on the verge of taking our own lives away,
And they won't accept the fact they're to blame,
What is society?
It is us,
And it makes me sick.
Some of us have nothing,
Only our safe haven,
Our security blanket,
Too much of it can never be plethoric.
It is difficult to explain the unexplainable
To justify the unjustifiable,
Somehow,
It what keeps our world intact,
It what keeps us euphoric.
It is not a world for one,
But a world for many,
The joyful and the miserable,
The angerful and the dispassionate,
The thoughtful and the broken,
We call it,
"The Realm of Music."
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Once Upon A Time
PoetryOnce upon a time, There was a girl who hid behind her bedroom door to cry her eyes out. Once upon a time, There was a boy who thought today was his last day. Once upon a time, A group of people in a community lived to assassinate; they are society...
