Blinded by Sight

by N3MO   Aug 6, 2015


So i'm just writing my thoughts down in a song;
Just trying to figure out where I belong
In this great big world...
Because most times I just don't know where I fit in,
Let alone where to begin...
I'm sure most of you know what I mean
When all your days are spent paying the bills.
It just kills
The spirit
When you have to commit
To doing things that aren't worthwhile,
That feel pointless ...meaningless.
All these feelings hidden behind a smile.
I have to make a confession
That I suffer from manic depression.
Most days I feel like dying .
My heart and soul can't stop crying.
Sleep and dreams are my only places of escape
Where I can feel in control of my fate.
All I get from the few that still care
Feels like sympathy and pity.
But no one really knows why I despair.
It has nothing to do with feelings of inadequacy
But because I really can't see
The meaning of life;
Just pain and strife.
Behind these eyes, lies
A struggling soul in
Confliction with addiction
To seeking a higher purpose
For my existence.
I'm just so confused and distraught
Over the thought
That all these people have bought
Into the lies pulled over their eyes
That have been taught from pre-k
Until this day.
Capitalism, materialism, and consumerism.
The isms that form the prisms
We all live beneath.
And those that don't realize,
Simply live in ignorant bliss
Being entranced by a flower or the stars
All within prisons with no walls or bars.
There's a premeditated plan of capture
By an elite few that act as the rapture.
Picking and choosing who is worthy to live.
Picking and choosing what to give
To all those below their castles of glass.
Thinking only of their egos, status, and class.
Times haven't changed at all.
Empires are still struggling not to crumble and fall.
For all our technological advances
The hungry and poor still only receive sideways glances.
I feel so guilty being blessed enough to learn to write
While others are constantly in a fight.
I keep praying desperately
For some humanity.
If everyone just learned to pay it forward
The world would have moved toward
Peace and harmony long ago.
I just.
Don't.
Know....

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