I am just one of a doomed world and I do not believe my life has meaning. Most people may find it hard to understand that “our world is essentially a utopia” is nothing but a deception, and “society was made to fall apart”. In thirty years time, we will be preaching to our friends that they are not the most important aspect of our lives. My government will realise that my mindset will forever remain clear because my ego is more important than my environment. It will be known to everyone that heretofore the world consisted of nothing but happiness and serendipity in its purest form but this will not ring true in my time. This is a world doomed for the worst. My elders warn me My children will be born into a dying middle class. I do not accept that I will be working in a job that genuinely makes me happy. Later in life science will be useless. No longer can we believe our generation is actually going places. It will forever be obvious that my future holds as much as an empty glass. It is sickeningly preposterous to assume there is hope.
read it backwards when you're done!
this was actually one of my poems from last year that i did for an assignment