It's been a while since my last letter
I guess, I was hoping that by now
things would have changed for the better
Looking at this empty piece of paper
And picking up my pen
Here I am,
I’m writing to you again.
What do you give us?
Apart from anxiety,
What do you teach us about making peace?
How do you help your kids grow and reach?
You embrace individuality
Then judge us for it
On your desk lies a suggestion box
That has never been opened.
You are a paradox, an enigma
A master manipulator
and not a leader
You shut the door to the poor
Label by occupation
This is not a system
This is an abomination.
Care to mention
What you are doing about the current situation
Your children are putting an end to their lives
Because you wouldn't accept them
You fed them lies.
The only acceptance that matters
Is from them to themselves
It’s okay not to be okay, it's okay to ask for help
Stop judging by the amount of dusty trophies on a shelf.
Anyways, the most important triumphs go unnoticed
Silent heroes are the ones most focused.
You teach us not to speak out of turn
And not to put our noses in the business of others
Yet for some reason,
You have become an obstacle to two men who want to be fathers
What makes you think you have that kind of authority?
Probably your empty ego that makes you think you have superiority.
Society, we are not your little soldiers
We can't have this weight on our shoulders
The pressure of a world respecting only doctors and lawyers.
Society, you are playing hide and seek
You always find something wrong about me
It makes me sick.
What is it now, society?
The way I walk, talk or breathe?
What did we ever do to you?
What did we ever do wrong?
Because of you the sweet innocent kids we once were
Are now gone.
In this world
Each individual is the mirror of another
They are all judged and compared to each other.
Labeled by a suit, a tie and a damn degree
Like Albert said,
They are judging a fish by its ability to climb a tree
I’ll be me
I know the definition of free, even if I am not living in it
You can't stop me from feeling it.
Society, you will only be happy when you see my eyes pouring
All I know is that living in a world full of mirrors is boring.
drawing by sauyce