Society's Word

Life’s an illusion,

Chaos and confusion.

Created from society’s word.

All our differences said to be absurd.

We’re brought up to be bold,

Then fall with abnormality uncontrolled.

We’re like fool’s gold,

Fortune paroled

Until inspection foretold,       

It’s a shamefully common cold.

Reviews

[anna]

This is awesome, good write. c:

It reminds me of something I have written:

I've found myself judging people
Judging myself
Thinking we’re all feeble
Looking badly at oneself

Weak
Frustrated
Freak
Nauseated

Why do we do this to ourselves
Kill our bodies for good form
"How do they hate themselves?"
They don’t know we’re trying to transform.

Weak
Frustrated
Freak
Nauseated

Thanks for the read request! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words.'
"We’re like fool’s gold,
Fortune paroled"
It seemed we can't win. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[junaid altaf]

the rhyme is the soul of this poem....
well penned!

[Gedalya]

"Life is an illusion,
Chaos & confusion,
Created from society's word."

Every poem should begin like this. . .

[LonelyWriterMike]

That is very good and powerful. I completely and with out apology concur with everything written. That is pretty much a summary of what I feel about everything.

Thank you. I pretty much wrote it because we're told to be different and bold and bright, but then society just throws us down like we don't matter and makes us believe being different is wrong, which just makes us try to be normal and common. Well, I say different is better.

[LonelyWriterMike]

I agree little lady. Being different is a good thing. It really is because who doesn't like variety? And you're welcome.