Conceptual conspiracies
Originate with hate and distrust
For when something is important
No coincidence, a planned event
No accidents, a coordinated fight
Once something lives in mystery
It will forever be tied to history
As a legacy

The more things change
The more they stay the same
Just a coat of paint
On the same outdated structure

Locations crafted by humanity
Fit one time
One function
Hence why we get uncomfortable
At a quiet school
An empty mall
If it's the exact same-
Why does it make us feel small?

Hope
Despair
Both apples
Fallen from the same tree

In a world
Full of darkness
The light has abandoned us
It's up to ourselves
To make a new light
Artificial, but functional

The more a problem is pointed out
A greater divide occurs
For the way to prevent injustice
Is action, not words

For some
It is easier to suffer silently
As opposed
To being ridiculed
By persistently fake positive tendencies