In the society that dictates, who holds the truth? In the midst of confusion and desperation, how do we cope with what’s going on? Here’s a poem I made when I realized how relative truth is to people.
In a world where Realty is not Far from a dream
When everything is not the way they seem,
How are we to resolve
What Our society has come to love.
Indifferent as it may seem
We are trapped from this uncertainty,
When all The stories have been told
How can we find resolve.
Yes there might be love in the night,
But is it Fraud Or just alright,
We are WHO we chose to be right now,
So go ahead and take your bow.
All this faking must come to pass
We should instill love and grow avast.
If reality lead us to be distant
Let’s stay still but be observant.
Don’t be bad as most Would say
But It’s fine because everyone is at bay.
In a world where everyone stereotypes.
WHO do you think you are to classify