BSOAF

...think..every1 else tell me!? It seems like the world is woven so tightly that that suffocation and the choking down the images of those you know are wrong is the only way to make you seem more right
It seems like the ideals of those you used to deem as true might just as easily turn against you, leaving you standing speachless, useless, battered and alone against them
It seems aggitation of an argument leads to the fruitless struggle for self before conforming to tyrannicals you wish to please, make the grade, and play follow the leader
It seems you are only who you stole your thoughts from, which ideas were adapted as your own, and which choices were willingly wrapped into your own ideal truth
It seems truth is usless when the world idolieses the powerful narcissist with his sanctuary of selfish ideals, sparkling champainge, fresh ideas abolished
you are right and somehow that makes me wrong, and what I have learned is a joke. No struggle is compleate with being defeated in the end..or so it seems

this is kinda mean but I wouldn't call this poetry, free verse poems are great, but they still have to have rythm to them to be poems, this is prose.