A World Of Force

We live in a world, that tells you how to feel

But how can we know if anything is even real?

If our feelings are forced

How can we love?

You’re told,”like him! Like her!” 

But can such feelings be forced?

We’re forced into stereotypes that run our lives

But what if we broke away from that? 

To love is a feeling, a sensation of happiness

To choose our partner is to choose to love.

The world around us might not understand

The way you feel is out of our hands.

We may tell ourselves it’s okay

Who would I choose anyway?

The one we love is slowly drawn

To creep up on us without a sound.

When that happens there will be no way around

The way we feel is much more than a simple ground.

The people we surround ourselves with, might throw a little fit.

But be proud, you let your way out of the world that surrounds.

Once your happy thats all that matters

To love is a joy, that all should feel.

So don’t be the one that goes with the world

To force another into another's arms

That would make you just as bad as those who did so to you.