Is Society Doing This To Me

I compare myself to everyone There i said it Will the world fall in on me Or will it just agree it is true The world creates earth Then the fire, wind and rain Creates Society And spits out a class on you Am i middle, low or high What deems me to a seed Was i not born naked Was i not in need My Mother with all her bones Doing all she can She knows dereliction from her father But we, are, we am. I compare myself to everyone The world compels me to leave I rest among such upset Yet birth has nothing up its sleeve