We live in a world,
In a reality,
Where everything around us,
Seems to question our mentality.

Where the simplest thing,
Can drive us insane,
Make us lose our mind,
Be happy or live in pain.

We live in a world,
Where girls sit alone at night
Crying and curled,
Because of some social networking site.

We’re a part of a creation,
Where every male feels the need,
To be the alpha,
And fight anyone and everyone to succeed.

We’re part of an existence,
Full of ignorant and arrogant persons,
Where it’s not getting any better,
It only worsens.

We live in a country,  
Where anything and everything is considered racism,
Where the smallest thing causes the most drama,
Because something is taken for what it isn’t.

We live in a public,
Where only if you have dark skin,
You can throw the word, “******” around,
A replacement name for women, children and men.

We live in a reality,  
Where not remembering what happened the night before,
Is something we consider normal,
Alcohol and drugs have become something we adore.

We live in a society,
Where to get a guy to look at you,
You lose a part of yourself,
To him, someone you thought you knew.  

We’re all human beings,
Where *** isn’t something we conceal,
But talk about, like it’s nothing,
Something girls now feel the need to reveal.

We’re part of a human nature,
Where girls think the ticket to one knee,
Is having a baby, to make him stay,
But finding out a child isn’t what you thought it’d be.

We live world wide,
That if our pocket is without a phone,
We feel naked,
But still feel the ghostly vibration tone.

We live within a population,
Where we’re more worried about taking the picture,
Than actually living in the moment,
As we’ve been taught through lecture.

We live in a nation,
Where our country tells us to donate there and there,
Where children are being beaten and starved here,
Tell me, how is that fair?

We live in a world,
Where commercials promote awareness,
When that money alone,
Could make the problem occur less.

We live through life,
Where someone can hide behind a screen,
Sending hate, making fun of, and destroying someone,
Because they’re only being a teen.

We live in a domain,
Where suicide has become a voice,
A decision someone has made,
Because they felt that was the only choice.

We live in a world,
Where society has made us ugly,
A trait we’ve acquired,
But can’t somehow flee.