The Price

The pain of trying to fit in.

Normal

The complex intricate mold

A mold all inadvertently try to fit into

The fakeness of it all

So true one could almost laugh

Why must we all have the same path, same pain

The phoniness and bleakness never gets better

As years past humans become more “accepting”

The mold is still there

Ever present, ever pushing

The stress, depression

Constant the strain is almost unbearable, it is unbearable

It takes over, my everything is consumed

Of course this isn’t enough

Still unable to fit perfectly

The crushing weight of it all

Inescapable as my breath shallows and I drown

In it all

The weight of the world

The weight of normality

And the lie that I fit into it