Society

I got caught up into “filter” mentality

And a filtered mentality

Believing everything I said 

Had to be watered down 

Or people would laugh at me

I was born understanding

Its not whats meant, but what had to be

But maybe it has always been, and doesnt really have to be

Maybe it’s too late to see the lights at the end of the tunnel

And maybe I am too great to be losing faith

Or sinking in puddles

And maybe sadness is limited 

To each its own, its militant

And every depressed mind has gotten caught up in the thrill of it

Maybe life is worth it

But whats its worth if youre not living

What if at the birth of it

You tarnished the real feeling

And what if maybe hate was your first introduction to love

And what if maybe its polar opposites

That youre most afraid of

What if loneliness

Is only a shadow of being empty

Im saying that maybe people are around 

But no one is left in me

And maybe all of these thoughts dont brew from anxiety

Its the mind processing a life of variety

When its possible to be this or that

Nor this nor that

And your thoughts are rioting

And deciding 

That maybe its not that difficult

And maybe it was just society