SocietyA Poem by hypochondritacan someone - please - tell me what's going on.
cold hands
headache I wish I'd understand the world is confusing I don't seem to follow too many details people are scary very unpredictable often deluted by feelings I can't know what goes through their heads worse. they're everywhere they can believe anything actions justified by false pretexts being the brickblocks of the world we live in our senses, they're not true they're not real but they tell us how we feel we live in a fairytale of our own all living a different story and pretending we're not alone I can't decode the nuances of each life yet they're all responsible for the place I live in and how its designed that's a lot of power. the world is at our hands they do not agree one builds other destroys I don't know which to avoid we may have too many of them to ever find a compromise in the meantime we fight and we fight good and bad aren't always so clear I wish I wasn't soaked in fear I wanna help I wanna do right I'm not sure I know how to pick a side a lot of confusion. couldn't bear to be one of the hands who think they're helpful but are harmful instead don't want to fight a crusade to later notice I couldn't see but I can't stand still when it all affects me I'll eventually have to choose a path. too bad they don't make compasses for that.
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