Society

There's spinning rooms

And swirling floors.

With overcast skies

And faded love.

With bruises of hate

And the numb of sadness.

Who can tell.

It's all just a mask right?

Society says to be yourself

But only if it fits their standards.

You can dream and have your opinions

As long as they're shaped to their views.

They'll bully you for being happy

Then wonder why you cry.

They say to love yourself

But just not too much or they'll tear you down.

They push you to depression

Then wonder why you hurt yourself.

They'll hate you.

But when you die they'll cry

They never saw the signs.

They say to follow your heart

But where do I go?

If it pulls me on every direction?

I hope I don't get lost.

And the worst part about this all

Is not know if I want to recover.

Because the sadness has become a blanket

Completely turning me numb.

Not every story has a happy ending

Even the sun can't outshine this grey.

You could cut it with a knife

Slice it into pieces.

But still it's there

One more rule for society

Now that you're here

There's no way out.