Dystopia's Passion

There's chaos and disorder all around me; But I act as if my life is better than it seems. I deal with rage and disrespect everyday; And when the subject is brought up, I turn away. Why is my life filled with so badness; And all of the fighting makes me ponder the sadness. I play off the sadness the best that I can; And later on, I feel just like I ran. Dealing with the destruction and chaos causes me great stress; And I begin to wonder what caused my life to be such a mess. Having to walk around with a "smile" on my face; Making everything seem good, but that's just not the case. Forced to be nice to everyone; And forced to sit back while others have fun. They ask me to join, but that won't happen; Because my life is filled with a Dystopia's passion.