Maybe someday
someone will waltz along
and teach my heart
it's not okay
to give joyrides
to average people
who will make me feel insubstantial
someday for someone that will cherish me
for more than the skin that covers my bones
but who can kiss me on the head
not because it's pretty
but because of all, it contains
Maybe I'll stop overcompensating
for people who don't deserve any piece of me
I'll be honest with myself
and not desperate for any form of pleasure

in an effort to be original, unique & different
we really all end up the same
your independent stance
and your expostulation
is hackneyed
we all seem like social justice warriors
fighting the same core issue
with different diction

the walls are white
it's cold
I thought the sheer amount of people
would keep this warm,
but no one is really here
is it an asylum?
does being insensitive
not drive you insane
is it a prison?
the rows are straight
all surfaces are hard
the clocks tick
the bells are deafening
the fluorescents are blinding
immersing into the masses
another brick in the wall
education, the most powerful tool
traded for memorization and regurgitation
cookie cutter people
tossed into the world
told to be innovative
think outside of the box
we put you in
the rows we sat you in
the white walls we trapped you in