Poem

Is it a society full of fuck ups,

Or a society full of hate,

A society full of villains,

Or a society with no faith,

I don’t know what they want me to do,

They see me as a delinquent,

But that’s what my record tells you,

I’ve grown since then,

You can just look at my health,

And easily see,

that I’m not my old self,

I may be still broken,

But I’ve gotten some will,

To stand up and say,

That what I’ve done takes skill,

Damn right I’m strange,

But who isn’t in this place,

They say I can change,

But it’s too late to save face,

I don’t care much either what you think of me,

If you really think my life’s easy,

I challenge you to come see,

So is it really just us,

Or is it society,

Maybe it’s both,

Like a mixed up variety,

Society’s views kill people like me,

But maybe it’s our minds,

That distort what we see,

I believe it’s a cycle,

Of knotted up lies,

That people must unravel,

To see a true prize.