Our lives not theirs

I hate this damned existence,
Got questions with no answer,
This train of thought is resistance,
Not a disgusting cancer,

Please enlighten me,
With lies of happiness,
Live stress less,
The truth they protest,

Well good luck to those,
Who wish to waste away,
To follow these herald figures,
All to good to be true,

We are our narrators,
Our own editors,
The prey... or the hunters,
We are us... Not them.