Who are we really?

Are we the true villains in this story we must share?

No, that would just be silly

But, would it?

Ever since you were born you’ve been torn.

Fighting the bad for the good has left you with a fist full of thorns.

Then, it gets harder

Living becomes a struggle

Adapting to be like them all, while you’re potential is smuggled

And then stress strains every nerve in your brain.

Leaving you in mental pain and on the brink of going insane.

You scratch and scrape on the door of freedom

Pleading with whoever is up in the skies listening

Asking for help, and for a better perspective of life.