Tristine Thomas Poet Free verse

Human Vs Society

Sometimes I feel so

Insignificant.



I have yet to understand why I’m here.

What’s my purpose?

Will I be forgotten easily when it’s time for me to go?

Or will I be remembered by many?

It’s difficult to pinpoint what makes me wonder.

Billions of human beings are experiencing the same thing;

Life.

But do they wonder too?



Feeling important or worthy in a world where society has preached to us

Since the day our eyes opened

That unless you complete expected educational requirements

To pursue a career you’ll work in for the remainder of your life;

A choice were pressured to make around the age of 18 years old

When we can’t even grasp the concept of what

‘the rest of our lives’

Really means.



To survive in reality:

You must be robbed of your youth before

The chance to enjoy being young is accessible,

You must work as often as you can,

No excuses

Because life doesn’t care how tired you are.



You must sacrifice your daughter’s 2nd birthday party since

Work is way too important to miss -

Especially to watch the family you created, carried, and suffered

Unexplainable amounts of pain to produce –

Grow up.



You must forget about the hobbies you have outside of work and

the goals you’ve been writing in a beat up blue notebook since age 10

that’s tucked under your mattress –

There won’t be time for those things.



You must drain your brain of what it once thrived on and

Give up the addiction of the sweet warmth of happiness

that pulses in your veins.

You must live your own life according to society

Otherwise

You are not significant.



A seed is placed in your head as a child containing

every single moral you’ll posses

all the traits that contribute to your personality

and the beliefs you’ll acquire about priorities in life

That slowly sprouts as you grow older into a pure human being

But can only do so when nurtured delicately.

Most do not reach full maturity meaning

Most people do not receive what the seed designated for them.



Unfortunately society is ruthless;

she attacks just as the seed produces a tiny sprout,

because she knows that by corrupting as early as possible

she’ll warp it’s fundamentals permanently -

ceasing any opportunity for a soul to be exactly what

was intended for it to be.



Society considers you microscopic until you surrender

yourself to be under her control.



Many have attempted to fight this disgusting plague –

This idiotic way of thinking,

This barbaric sense of how a human should be judged,

This horrific, gruesome, appalling method used to train humans

To be obedient as if they were dogs –

And have lost their battle

With nothing but more prominent feelings of

Insignificance.



Society can convince you that you are not good enough

Until you buy a certain product claiming to improve your looks,

Or earn a set amount of money a year,

Or own the most expensive car in your neighborhood,

Or participate in athletics throughout the school years,

Or wear high end brands of clothing, shoes, and accessories.



Rarely do we think for ourselves.

Rarely do we chase what would create happiness with ourselves

Instead of a society full of people we’ve never met.

Rarely do we listen to ourselves.



This is a war continuing to escalate

Contorting the minds of all who offer a listening ear

Or a burning sense of curiosity

To find out themselves if society has been

Telling the truth or not.



Lately we’ve become nothing what is expected of us.



-t.j.t.

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