Dear Society,

Why do you keep on hurting...?

Yeah, I get it,

you're old

you're ancient

you're ever slow moving, but that's no excuse.

You Spit

You Stab

You Lie

You set the standards up too high, and when

we've met 'em.

it's wrong;

you change 'em, and we

are the ones left behind!

We made you, but now

it's you who's making us;

Making us into suppression

of our former selves,

putting on the make up 

that covers up our own face.

You, my friend, are not a safe 

space.

Dear Society,

Why can't you love?

Signed Emerson Park