When You Are Twenty

I have no dreams or aspirations.

My mind is bewildered.

I am just another drop in the ocean.

I am not blind to the wrongs around me because they aren't invisible but glorified.

I'm taught to keep silent to avoid controversy.

We sell different parts of ourselves to survive but people with nothing to offer live poor and die.

There are also people rich enough to buy the pills that lay them to sleep and never wake up.

I don't know the price of those pills but came to know that love is for sale.

Aggression is a strength and compassion is a weakness.

I wish to change the world and then there's a voice " you are just a poor kid who can't organise your own room".