Animals

Don't conform

Why is everyone pretentious?
Why can't they be conscientious?
Why am I all alone?

Amidst millions,
condescending civilians,
How do I survive?

There's no escape,
Inevitable drape,
I'm just breaking apart.

Day by day,
to my dismay,
People changing colors.

No one has my back,
I must backtrack,
to a place more familiar.

I'm on a quest,
to put my mind to rest,
When will I find my way?

Time's running out,
I panic and shout,
Can anyone hear me ?

It's the sound of pain,
someone hear me explain,
All I needed was someone to listen.

But now it's too late,
You can call it fate,
I have learned to walk alone.

Walk with the utmost grace,
Solitude, I embrace,
to hell with all these fakers.

Living lives full of lies,
innumerable tries,
to portray as someone else.

Minds full of delusion,
mixed with a lot of confusion,
but no intent of making it out.

They are fully content,
with hearts without sentiment,
just excel at pretending.

I can see right through,
easily construe,
their imminent insecurities and dark desires.

Enough of trying to help,
I must now let them yelp,
like the animals they were meant to be.