Disguising Fear

So eventually you get tired; Tired of trying to wade through all the muck; And mire that constitutes what has to be a hopeless cause. And so you just submit to what appears to be inevitable. And the pieces splinter off; So that once again chaos diverts into; Yet another adaptation of yet; Another message never sent. And that which is me and; That which carries through my veins Must face the probability that we may well; Be interfaced out of existence So fate plays out as it will; For I am no longer willing To participate in likeness; To methods designed to dehumanize And the taught importance of love to the young may become; Valued by the ability to meet mandatory expectations So that if any fail to keep the balance they may well; Be deemed unnecessary and denied acknowledgement