Poets poetry

Society

You think you can break me
That I'm some kind of antique
But oh let me tell you something
I am not weak

You sit there and lie
Saying beauty is on the outside
That the perfect people are the ones
Who are known worldwide
The only reason they are "perfect"
Is because they are made of plastic
And surgeons do things to their body
That are pretty drastic

You tell me to be confident
But not too much or I'll seem self absorbed
Causing me to speak in whispers
And now people get bored

You say I need to talk out more
since people don't like silence
But I didn't sign up to talk out
And create an audience

I believe you are corrupted
Your words flow like poison
But they are just voices to me
That I'm constantly avoiding

So you may tell me I'm not beautiful
But I could care less
Because those others only want attention
And I have no one to impress
For I am myself
Which is more influential
Than your sickening lies
That are not essential

You can tell me I'm boring
because I don't talk that much,

However I have an ocean of words
That I would rather keep unspoken
But my dam is cracked
And soon it would be broken

So yes,
I may not be beautiful
Or I'm boring because I like silence
So please fill up my cup with your lying disease
And soon you'll realize, I didn't catch your virus

Because I do not follow your ways
And stoop myself down so people would be pleased
I'm done drinking your lies
And now I feel at ease.