We all have a voice!
We all want to be heard!
Elucidate personal pain
Our thoughts be shared!
But what if…
We are addicts,
Not addicted to drugs, alcohol or food
Nor any other of the norms.
What if our thoughts are our DRUG
That we cling so tightly to.
They are our dark companion
They don’t want us to be free.
They want to keep us caged
Chained to this ANXIETY!
I often wonder and ponder too
Did our brothers B.C
Fret about fretting,
When their survival was key!
We are but a product
We have haven’t caught up
Our brains can’t process,
They cannot conduct!
We celebrate our advance
We rule this world,
Yet we are not happy
But we must give the kids chance