Others
Above myself
This is my own hell
For I never desired
To be me
I feel fake
For others to be real
It must be why I am
Willing to sacrifice
A life, never wanted

So many different masks
On the same faces
Feelings of disgrace across the whole **** race
Personality rebooted for the purpose of a shoe-in
Entire lives dedicated to a mirage, no pause
Dystopia is silly, a real one is underneath us
No one left to beseech, ears lie buried in bleach
Digitized, revised, no more room to cry
Better to die than change the alibi
As we say goodbye then become a new guy
So many different masks
On the same faces
The distant oasis remains in stasis

How can one brain
Ponder the existence of living?
So many humans on the Earth
Yet most are a predicament
Easier to break than breathe
A melody with no reprieve
On auto-pilot to prevent the riots
My eyes see through
But the vision is twisted, I feel distant
These eyes, they realize, the truth of demise
How can I act surprised when the truth is inside?

Today is a new day
Yet it all feels the same
No one else to blame
For mediocrity
Comfort and stability
Stunts all abilities
The search for balance is a balancing act

Controlling the order
No exceptions, all borders
World defined, here and now
The one to come
The one that was
Divide between guidance
Arrives at violence

Children hate adults
Adults deny children
The root of all evil:
Envy with no solution
All sides despise when the other thrives
Jealousy makes envious the ones who deny being free
Let me paint a picture on a smooth canvas:
Children want more than mere satisfaction
They want to adventure, create, and stay far from irate
Adults venture, prostrate, and gate
With the same events, day-by-day
It's a wonder how any love to stay
Squandering potential
With the mental fitness
Only an obsession if it makes no cash
Otherwise, a hustle, all of it is sad
How can adults defy the false guidelines?
Lines on the ground dictate our rarity, devoid of clarity
Placing our rewards on the mantle
To justify our pulse, an equal intake relation
No more salvation
Adults crave freedom
Children possess it
So we squander their development
And put it up to the elements

A piece of nature
So natural
Behaving supernatural
Cutting down genius with a sickle
Fickle rage for temporary stages
Bringing relief and tears behind the scenes
Primal, urge for survival
How are animals thought to be reliable?