Just Keep Composure

People weaponize words
Sentences act as swords
Of society, they're binding chords
Of society, they are your lords
My self-control will be the death of me


Idiocracy is the clay from which we are made
Ignorance to your ignorance fuels your delusion
Into the void we all will fade
Of this, I see one conclusion
My self-control is killing me


People label the contents of souls
Without attempting to read their scrolls
Societal rules will take their tolls
Your intelligence is what it culls
My self-control can only hold so much


Prisons are labeled as schools
They always attack our minds
They only churn out our fools
No, I am not doing fine
My self-control was the death of me

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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