**con**formity is the **con** in society. 
**just**ice is **just** not happening.
poli**tics** cause **tics** named politicians

society is ruined

There are days in which my mind seeks poetry
Poetry of all forms and aspects, 
Poetry in its truest, simplest form
In a form only I can feel

A poetry of free formity, balance, and stature
That equates to thoughts and structures
Of my free mind

There are days in which the poetry I seek doesn’t reach me
Just existing as a mere thought
Through which I wonder,
Will my poetry ever reach me?