One day
Those of us who found our way back
Survived
We'll look back on the days
When we were lost
And we'll wince at the realization
Of the time we wasted
Pushing away someone
Who could have been our future
And we will wince
At the days consumed
Trying to shrink
Into the disordered skeleton children
We became
Flashing fake smiles
And looking out at the world
With vacant eyes clouded by despair

Society is a clay mold
Taking every newborn into its fold
Kissing each brow with insecurity, shame
Releasing it's victims, carbon-copies, all the same

Society is a line graph's *****
Plotting point ever upwards in hope
Shunning those who are different, who fight
Loving only those who are "normal", all outliers denied

Society is a disease, nipping at the soul
Filing and wearing down on the young and old
Breaking every innocent into a pessimistic, jaded mess
Rending, tearing, stomping, destroying whatever is left