societal anarchy

societal anarchy

A Poem by Sarah Wolf
"

its only natural my dear

"
they all left me
because no one wants to be friends with someone like me
and i end up just like before sad and lonely
im just a pessimist among a broken society
replaying the same broken record repeating "it will get better"
but it never does
but for some reason when the sun can break through
the infinite storm clouds, i believe them
they lie through their teeth and say i'm the first step
so i pick up a cane a attempt running a marathon
despite my broken bones, and it all just hurts worse
and i keep falling,
and because its all a competition, they run over me
they all want their 15 minutes of fame 
only caring about the smile on their parents face,
the trophy only good for being a reminder
they dont care that im bleeding.
but it isn't their fault
its only the new norm
we can't blame them
it's just the way we have become
theres no changing for a society whose so out of energy
there i go again, blaming society on my peers and i
but even society itself blames society
so who really takes responsibility?
FIN

© 2014 Sarah Wolf


Author's Note

Sarah Wolf
its 10:13 pm and i keep rubbing my already pink eyes trying to avoid crying myself asleep again. i really hate grammar and punctuation and capital letters.

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well written - it sounds like someone who is friendless and unhappy

"but for some reason when the sun can break through

the infinite storm clouds, i believe them" - my favourite line in this poem

Posted 6 Years Ago


but it isn't their fault
its only the new norm
we can't blame them
it's just the way we have become
theres no changing for a society whose so out of energy.

A lovely poetry with a meaning...... I like this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


but it isn't their fault
its only the new norm
we can't blame them
it's just the way we have become
theres no changing for a society whose so out of energy.

A lovely poetry with a meaning...... I like this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Pick your head up! It's called being a realist and that means that you are smart. I too have the same issues, but I just let it be. I loved your words!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Sarah Wolf
Sarah Wolf

i am everywhere, but nowhere all at once



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hi. im sarah. which is irrelevant and probably agitating considering you are obviously well aware of it. im 13. i like to write. i dont have many friends at all. i really like the color indigo. i live.. more..

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