Our Cruel Society

If I were a season,

I'd be autumn;

Miserable and unwanted.

If I were a dream,

I'd be a nightmare;

Scary and haunted.

If I were an abstract ,

I'd be loneliness;

Stupid and wretched.

If I were to express myself;

I'd be criticized and hated.

Well, welcome to the society,

I hope you enjoy it here.

Everyone's allowed to express themselves,

But if you do it, you become a sinner.

You've got to live as they say,

Or they'll ruin your stay,

As you've become a part

Of the society,

They'll make sure to stress you

Till you suicide,

But don't invite the wrong guest,

As your loved ones might be hurt.

You are the writer of your story,

And the captain of your ship,

Which journeys through life

With many icebergs as obstacles,

And over confidence as the ocean.

Somebody's unwanted love might just be a pollution.

Let go of them,

Or they might just cut off your stem,

To stop your growth and lower you

But don't lose faith as you're the best.

Learn to love yourself,

In the midst of criticism itself.