Societal Pressures
Ideas implanted,
Without my consent.
Holding me in contempt,
Knowing I need to vent.
But I don't know how.
So I,
Aimlessly prance around,
Smile, but wanna frown.
Head up, but feeling down.
Pretentiously playing a clown.
That tension internally, stirring, destructively, creating the beast, nowhere to release, who should I be?
Who they want me to be?
Emotions, causing commotions, unsatisfied with the notion.
Drinking the magic potion.
And it's filled,
With “love”.
But it's conditional, & subliminal, stealing my soul like a criminal.
But the system calls the plays, and I’m the receiver
Masking everything, creating an unfulfilled deceiver
Now I'm a believer.
In,
Blazing your own trail.
Do it your way,
And you’ll uncover the veil.
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