There are no words to tell how much hate I feel inside. 

For society's watchful eye. 

The beast that sees your every move that with you reside. 

You cant escape its gaze no matter how much you try. 


You can try and run but it's of no avail. 

Society will be there in your darkest hour. 

To find the shreds of your self esteem most frail. 

It will seek and find you with thoughts but of devour. 


No matter how you try to fight. 

It will be there at every turn. 

It will chase you down and bite.

Society will be your teacher from whom your forced to learn, 


But Alas, tis it the beast with a hundred faces. 

Each one bearing a dark surprise. 

They will appear in the most unlike of places. 

But soon you will or perhaps you realize that each one wears the word demise. 


However it seems that I've run faster. 

But it looks like soon it will be my master.

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I hate less these days. I just ponder and file it under "Not This Century People!". Uniquely, "societies" vary with cultures and some are pretty cool. It is how most people are educted world-wide. The folk the passed down mores (mor-ays). Discriminating for the wisdom vs the garbage is the difficulty. Like the message in music lyrics - folk expressions of a consensus gleaned from young and old ideation matrices and consolidation of attitudes, familia and local to world views. I listen to rock music and just discard a lot of it. Society rocks! - slc :D



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Good Point

I did not think of it like that.

I wrote this regarding the teen 'Society' of the USA portrayed in televsion and such. This was a meaning behind the poem, and how I despise the structure of teenager society.