Obligation
The word rolls off my tongue like sour milk
Obligation
Like a flea that pesters relentlessly
Obligation is snaked through society
Compelling people to be things they’re not
Forcing smiles and hiding tears
Obligation
What an ugly word
Sitting in church praying for people
I don’t know
Not because I feel moved to
But because I’m obligated
Faking laughter and small talk
To pass time
Not because I like these people
But because I’m obligated
Working a dead end job
Day after day
Not because I enjoy it
But because I’m obligated
One day society decided that politeness
Would be based on pretending
That dishonesty was to trump
Uncomfortable truths
Obligation
What an ugly word
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