I am not amused
Or even remotely enthused.
It's truly sad to see how much
our friendship you've abused.

I am captured by,
Society.
I am coerced into making
A change.
Forced into acting normal.
Forced into changing my personality,
Just to fit in.

I want to be different
But I am captured,
By this fast paced world,
Where being different,
Means being an outcast.

I will fight my captors,
Defeat the norm,
Play a different tune.
Become someone not changed by
Society.
Become not captured.

What is this
We work hard to
Be the perfect creature
We are all beautiful in God's
Holy and Divine eyes.

This world is cruel,‏
Unforgiving,
And unbearable.
Humans have to strive,
but deprive,
Care but destroy.
We consume,
without thinking of others.

"Here are your finest days", They say
As They ****** them in my arms.
Burn my skin as they fizzle and fade,
Stain my flesh a fresh new shade,
And moving right along.
Learn the words and change the song.

Push me down the black hole
and rate my form as I fall,
Grade the scream that I call,
Blank-out-of-a-hundred
It's protocol

And, "Those were your finest days", they say.
As They hand me their report
Dark, scholarly and short.
"Kid, that was a pretty good run,
But here,
Here is what you really should have done."