We photograph ourselves,
to remind each other,
of who we are.
But these pictures end up on endless shelves,
as nobody will even bother,
as they are busy showing off their new car.
We don't realize the image we show,
is not really who we are,
but who we wish others thought we were,
and with this mentality we will never grow,
and we will never get very far,
as we alter ourselves for what others prefer.

I do not judge you,
for who you are,
or what you do,
for I am not the judge nor the jury,
I am merely the executioner.
Whom everyone knows holds a bit of fury,
although as I look upon your face,
and see the facade melting off it,
your guilt shows your disgrace,
and as my heart judges your actions,
and my soul decides upon your fate,
it is my mind that must do the transactions,
and executing isn't its best trait.

I had left you long ago,
in mind, body and soul.
but you push back to have me,
at the expense of who you want to be.
You talk about change and being who I want,
but is that really love, when what I want is just a haunt?
What kind of lover would I be,
if I were to restrain the one I am meant to love.
I believe your priorities are askew,
you do not want to be free,
if you are willing to change without a shove,
so please tell me,
how am I meant to love you?

This pressure is like a waterfall,
as I topple from the force into the water.
I'm submerged in everything you've created,
and drowning in your dissatisfaction.
I can feel myself within your thrall,
as you begin this bloodless slaughter,
my lungs begin to feel weighted,
and I am unable to do any action.

But I have been tossed in a lake before,
and was expected to drown in the pool,
all thought I would die in the bathtub,
but luckily I know how to swim.
I will collect myself out of this mental war,
and not be played as a fool,
and it will be my turn to drub,
and I will make it to the water's brim.

Why do we choose to live life by others rules,
following everything we were taught in schools,
being herded through life like a pack of mules,
it is as if we have grown to accept our dependence.
On T.V. shows about children we don't know,
to the latest celebrity caught with a nose full of blow,
we don't realize our minds being molded like dough,
as shadows prohibit our ascendance.
But we can fight this evil that has entered our brains,
and relinquish ourselves from societies chains,
let the blood run free as it does in your veins,
and no longer live your life as if in attendance.

My inner strength and constant fight,
does not stem from some inner might,
it comes from my inner bite,
and the depreciation of those around me.
Through my mental analysis,
I separate others through a dialysis,
and create my own psychoanalysis,
and it boosts my confidence by a degree.
I critique their brain, their clothes and their hair,
what I see in them is not fair,
but without knowing them I cannot care,
and that is how it will always be.
But I am not alone in the world of judge,
it is as if inside of me there is a grudge,
seeing others merely feels like a trudge,
and many others agree.

Are we not the epitome of what we condemn others for,
as we will fight the good fight of our youth,
while we ******* on the internet to a *****,
and blind ourselves to the truth.
That we have chosen to deny what is hurting us,
and instead cover it up with an excuse,
avoiding the humility only creates distrust,
life's truth's are covered by a ruse.
While we tell our children that *** is only with love,
and drugs are what make people die,
while we hide the reason a man ever made the glove,
and avoid the reason in which people fly.
We choose to believe that everyone should be good and holy,
and only the delinquents are what ruin society,
but everyone is the same and going to die slowly,
so why should we all stick with proprieties?