Sick

So sick of all the lies All the need All the hiding All the hate The harsh realities The want Sick of everything that’s shown And not Of all that we could be And are’t Sick of nothing that has anything to do with you And everything to do with me Sick of the reality Sick of the hiding from it And of being in it So damned sick of all the ways I see the world When none of them bring me solace When none of my worlds-- My dreams My hopes-- Bring me peace In how I choose to live How I have structured my life Makes me sick How I have chosen to hide Makes me sick How I, and everyone around me Has chosen a mask And hidden Behind the way we WANT to be seen The way we feel we NEED to be seen Sick of the hunger The bloodlust The desire To kill, or be killed Sick of the notion That no matter where we are It’s dog eat dog Social Darwinism Sick of the tension Between every human Every man Every woman Every child Every stranger No one trusting anyone else Everything and everyone fighting To be on top Sick of the mentioning Of "I’m the best, and you’re just a means to an end" Or if it isn’t said It’s implied Sick of the glares And the scowls At anyone who is remotely different The stares, and the hatred Toward anyone who conforms to something other than Society’s "perfect image" Sick of the cavetching The whining That "I’m not good enough" "No one respects me" "No one cares" Sick of the responses "It’ll all work out" "Let nature run its course" "Their is no arguing with the Fates" Live your own damned life Don’t listen to the voices Of hate and despair Who hate you For being you And different Because I’m Sick of everyone and everything That conforms to society Merely because "there’s no other way" Stand out Be bold Make a scene Be noticed! It IS okay to be different It IS okay to speak out And act out And be YOU God knows, I’m still fighting To get out of the shell I’ve been encased in Trying to break free And be the person I know I can be Because I’m Sick of conforming To other people’s wishes