Living in a world full of hypocrites and controversial opinions where if you don’t fit the standard that society holds then you’re not a true American.
Holding true to hope but letting it go as fast as possible as soon as you’re frightened, thinking the man will stick it to you if you don’t follow the leader.
Beliefs are thrown around more than a rag doll.
But nothing ever sticks.
Minds are more cluttered with dysfunctional thoughts and conventional thinking than the person’s actual idealistic motivated ideas.
Filling your days with self absorption and ruth for yourself because you had to work
a nine to five job,
pick up the kids by six,
and have dinner done by the time the man of the house gets home.
It’s despicable to live your life around the concept of time, counting the minutes until your life is more than what you made it to be.
Doing all this in hopes to live up to the standards that are assigned to us at birth,
along with a number in which all of our identity
that we will grow and discover will be nothing more
than a nine digit number in line at every government own building we ever go to,
or for every job we apply for.
It’s the American dream we dream so clearly and want so badly
until one person realizes that; that dream is nothing
more than a dream they try to instill in our minds at birth to keep us from being different and living up to the true potential we each have.
This person who sees out side the confined potential
that is set for us is frowned upon for being something that society doesn’t need.
The standards that we dream to be but never are consists of getting
as much materials as possible in a life time,
trying to leave a legacy, and being what everyone wants us to be,
especially the person who gives us this nine digit number that we give our never discovered individualism too.
It’s time for everyone who idolizes this dream,
this standard,
and this way of living realizes that they will never reach this.
You will never be what society wants because society is made up of controversial hypocrites.
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ReplyDeleteBeliefs are thrown around more than a rag doll.
But nothing ever sticks.
and
a nine digit number in line at every government own building
Your poem showed a depth of emotion (and frustration!), and it is very thoughtful without being too maudlin or angry.