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a world such as ours


In a world where you don’t know if you should follow your morales or society,
Is a world of which is wrong for you should not have to choose between right or wrong.
In a world such as ours where you can’t be yourself without being weird,
Is such a world of which is hypocritical and in itself is not the paradise we wished for,
But rather it is a horrible imitation of one’s dreams of world peace.
For in a world you can’t be yourself and only a majority is a world where one does not exist,
A world like ours is not always a blessing but rather a curse for there is no greater pain than hiding behind a mask for your life.
And so I must ask the question, in a world like ours why is there a difference between morals and sociability acceptable, in a world such as ours why can one not be themselves, in a world such as ours why is there so much pain and burden behind every decision?
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