Society of Critics~

Stepping outside myself, I slowly watch the days pass, With each day ignorance is replaced with pain As life consumes my dreams I slowly become… A product! Serial number and all I am a product But who is my manufacturer? Who has made me this way? Looking for answers alls I see is you! Shaping my existence just to fit your needs. Suddenly realizing, I am grown Youth long lost to a society of critics All that now remains is the broken shell of a man A man who just desires youth, Youth only found in drunken memories Memories of a youth long lost to a society of critics~ By: John Cornell