Book of Memories (Poetry Book Number One)

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It's all made of plastic
Nothing in here is real
You can't trust anyone
They'll always shoot and kill

What happaned to society
Youth became so cruel
It's like everyday of our life
Is all about war and duel

I want to leave this place
Somewhere far far away
Somewhere I can be myself
And maybe for good I would stay

Humans aren't theirselves anymore
It's like apocalypse on a rainy day
The only thing that bothers me
If someday everything would be okay

I can't think of a title, but this poem just came into my mind. Hope you liked it.