The System

Walking in a full room of Homo sapiens 

some glaring, some smiling, some faces of disappointment 

who am I? They may ask, or do they even bother to get to know me?

their thoughts blocking the friendship we could have had

the memories we could have made

The system, the system of judgement, the system of control

controlling your ego, controlling your soul

I may ask, why is it so hard to make friends now a days?

Do you even have real friends now a days?