All The Pressure From Society, It's Killing !

Why society has to be like this

Pressures me to have goals

that I just can't afford to miss.

Goals which are really not mine

But I need to complete them

Because then only my future will be fine.

Every day I wake up with a plan

which was made the day before

Every day I just drag myself

to reach it though I hate from the core

And these plans just don't seem to end

I complete them and I am happy

Well, that's what I pretend.

Then late at night when I am in my bed

I think that's not how I wanted my day to end.

I feel like I did nothing for myself but for others

I cry myself to sleep while no one seems to bother

It's just a vicious circle, I feel as if I am trapped.

I do try, try to get out of it but it's all muddled.

I want to get out of it and run to a different place

That Is far and no one knows my name

Want to start again because really I feel as if I am game

People play me, toss me, juggle me and make fun of me

And when they are done they move to another who is confused just like me.

I feel like a machine whose whole life was already planned out by others.

I listen, I follow, I do the work but honestly, I just struggle

Struggle because of the damage made by others

Who doesn't care for me but for my papers

I score well and people think my life is sorted

Well, in reality, my mind is just a bit distorted.

Instead of my marks just for once look at my words

Words I write when I am sad or just "not in the mood"

Because trust me they will tell you about me

Than my marks ever will

Because they are mine, just mine

Not others, not society's just mine.

Huh, but then again comes the society telling me

These words will not help you out in the future

Well, I say who the heck cares about future

When your present is still controlled by the past

When you just want this day to be last.

People want me to be perfect

While in reality, I haven't even met myself.

People want me to score well and achieve the goals

While in reality, my heart is filled with holes

Holes of regret, hopelessness, sadness,

Which literally shows that I am a total mess

But, this is life and I just gotta pretend, I guess.

This is life and gotta live because we get it only once, right.

But I do wish, I do wish that society was just a little gentle

Gentle, with our little confused mind,

Gentle, with our little heart.

Gentle, with us.

And just for once, give us the time to be ourselves.

We take the mask off and show our real selves.

Just for once, let us be who we really are.

And can unshackle us from their pressure.

Just for once, we could be brave enough

To not let us be guided by society

And live the life what we truly want to live

Just for once, we follow our passion

And not the goals

We follow our dreams

And not advice.