Secret Society Go Die
society wouldn't let me go to school
wouldn't medicate me when i was seriously ill
society punished me for having a breakdown
after 3 of my friends were murdered,
and my grandma became paralyzed
and my grandpa was in a coma
society wouldn't employ me
society allows me to live off of 200 dollars a month
society made me homeless
and i was made to beg for a free meal in the homeless shelter
society didn't care about the environmental health of my village
society wouldn't even investigate when i told them my own house was a chop shop
society sent me to a mental institute time and time again to cover their lies
society turned my names into songs, a metaphor for genocide
society has forced me into survival mode where they reap the benefit
of me turning negatives into positives
society plajerises me
society didn't care when i was almost murdered
society didnt care when i told them i had been raped
the sound of societies laughter inspires me to hate
society lies about everything
i should be insanely rich
society disgusts me as they feast on flesh
and i get the scraps
society should realise i am a genius and could have done something with my life
and i tried anyway
society should appologise for what they did
but i know it's too late
society you deserve to cry for allowing your torture victoms of your war
live in this way
society drove my parents away from me when i was a child
i'm not sure how society sleeps at night
they probably need some heavy sedatives
society can't relate to me
not like they try anyway
this is just a short list of all the reasons you have given me to die
and i try to kill myself at least once a year
either on my birthday
or christmas which society doesn't let me celebrate
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010
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