Are we really "sick"

by Courtney Hough   Aug 31, 2017

I’m stuck,
Stuck in a rut of forever entanglement.
But wait a minute?
Is it stuck...if I want to be here?
Because here is all I know; surrounded by death and fear.
I can’t let go in the society that’s constantly raping thoughts,
What's always free is always caught.
I’m force feed medicine because I don’t speak the same as them,
I won’t feed the machine my soul like they.
That’s how the world lives.
It sucks our souls when we follow it.
And those who are different have medicine to make them conform,
To become our uniform.
We are not sick, rather we are free,
from those who enslave us and try to deceive.
“Take this for your health.” They plea!
Why can’t they let us be?
So we wait for those in coats of white,
To feed us the medicine to make us right,
And as it takes hold of our system we walk towards the light; our souls become trapped tonight.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    I've read this numerous times and each time it makes me emotional and reminded me of a quote: if we were all the same wouldn't life be boring?

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Courtney, strong write. Had me nodding along in agreement all the way through. Why can't we just be ourselves? Why do we have to conform into what someone else deems acceptable? Well done -

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I can’t let go in the society that’s constantly raping thoughts,


    An incredibly powerful poem, Courtney, but this line hit the hardest.

    All the best,


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