Society is a leech.
They lure us in with their facetious facade and seductive talk.
But I know better than to trust them or anyone for that matter.
They want to knock me down slowly, till I am too weak to walk,
Throw me to the ground to see if I shatter.
Society is a leech.
Distracting us from the uglier things happening outside of us.
Like poverty, terrorism, cruelty, hunger, rape, violence, death.
They watch us carefully to see if we make a fuss.
We don’t dare to step out until we take our final breath.
Society is a leech.
Their underlying message is that we’re not good enough, not pretty, not smart, not nice.
They build us up only to knock us down.
So we starve ourselves, cover ourselves up, we pay the price.
But what are we getting back in return? I don’t see a prize or a crown.
Society is a leech.
They tell us to judge everyone, wiring our brains to think a certain way.
People stay in the closet, thinking it’s warmer there.
But it’s a cold place. A cold desolate locker. Why can’t we just say we’re gay?
Because they’ll ostracize us. Outcasts, we’ll become. It’s not fair.
Society is a leech,
Bloodsucking, punishing, and chillingly cruel.
They laugh as they see our pain.
Push us to the brink that we don’t want to go to work or school.
Makes every sunny day feel like rain.
Society is a leech.
Not one person you can trust, not one friend is true.
Society ruins them, they keep you alone, yet you’re surrounded by others.
Secrets aren’t safe. Neither is she, or him, and you too.
Isn’t it sad that we can’t even trust our own brothers?
Society is a leech.
Suffocating me slowly, they watch us dance for them.
We kiss up to them, wanting to be accepted if we do the things they ask.
We wait for the golden key, the secret, the gem.
But there is none. We will never be accepted so some take a sip out of their flask.
Society is a leech.
Some people turn to alcohol and drugs.
Society still laughs at them but for a little while, they can be numb.
They’re kind of lucky if you look at it. The same as us except they get less hugs.
Anyways, hugs from a cold leech end up with us being stabbed in the back till we succumb.
Society is a leech.
Other people debate about the choice.
Stay and wait till the leeches suck them dry
Or kill themselves and in their death, they can finally rejoice.
Often the latter choice is taken. I understand why.
Society is a leech.
It’s killing me softly, slowly, and it’s so tempting to step off the edge.
Why do I act like it’s okay? Like it’s okay that everyone around me is so full of lies, deceit, and shame.
My blood is being sucked and soon all I will be able to do is go on through life with dredge.
So I’ll sit off to the side, sobbing. Watch the others sell themselves for society’s fame.
Society is a leech.
I am almost gone now.
My tears threatening to escape but I can’t break down.
Cuz I’m not gone yet. I’m just waiting to say Ciao.
My broken smile almost turning upside down.
Society is a leech.
In my final breaths, I realize I too am one of them.
I am part of society, I am a leech.
A frailer one though. The weakling of the pack. Soon, I will finally be sent to condemn.
But who’s blood am I sucking? I can’t see through this murkiness but I reach.
Society is a leech.
My final breath caught in my throat.
My eyes close.
I let it out.
I
Am
Gone.
One leech is finally eliminated.