Prevention

We are always told that The things we do are wrong But how are we supposed to do right When "right" is not clearly defined? When it is discrete, hiding behind Barrels And bushes, When our search for "right" Is merely pushing us closer to Criticism and Broken hearts, to Yelling and Anger, to Fear and Hopelessness. What are we supposed to do When people ask us what we Want to be And then tell us What not to be? Oppression, misery, and hardship Are all the same thing And yet they feel Undifferentiated