Where is my place?

There is a big question,

That seems impossible,

To answer.

What is my purpose?

Where is my place?

Am I just another person,

Being exploited into

America's capitalist system?

Or am I more?

I can't tell,

Since I can only live

In a society

That says 

You must have valuable items 

To hold any value in this world

It's no wonder 

People choose to pursue

Higher positions

Ignoring their passions

What drives them forward

Pressures that are placed

Liveliness is lost

Addiction gained to cope 

With this stressed out life

We must face

How terrible

How cruel 

Can we truly be?

To others,

To our environment,

To ourselves.