Suicide Of SocietyA Poem by NamelessBeast.Suicide Of SocietyDay in day out I maintain the teenage norm of school and friends, But when the night comes I begin to wonder if it ever really ends, Will these thoughts that haunt my already twisted and warped mind Ever leave me alone or will I befall the fates of others of my kind? How will my already calculated escape from these thoughts be? Will I go out with a loud bang -- a gun to the head -- nice and swiftly? Or will I die a slow and painful death of an overdose of diet pills? Does the thought of me thinking of my death give your poor self chills? Driven to the belief that I am not perfect, I must bow to society's ideals? Must I really listen to their every word and agree to all their deals. The eyes of dead teens begging me not to become a statistic like them. I find that it is so very difficult to defend but so very easy to condemn. And if I cannot then I must die for I am not meant to be in today. Am I the only person of my brethren, my kind, that can see another way? We overthrow this society, we tell them that they are wrong! We tell them that they cannot control us, that we will not sing their song. We are the undead generation, our numbers have been depleted, And we will fight our own battles, never claiming to be undefeated. We are the children of the 'what you want, when you want' way of life, Our very existence is balanced on the edge of an incredibly sharp knife.
© 2012 NamelessBeast.Reviews
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