The Fight

This is from my angry period.
Sitting alone in my room at night….
Wondering if I am alone in this fight.
It is the fight for survival
Only the fittest will win,
The rest of us will sit alone
Waiting for our lives to end.

We are brainwashed by society
To try to alter who we are
Change yourself to please another
And victory is not that far.

Flipping the pages of a magazine
Seeing the beautiful people,
Makes me want to scream.

People are too concerned
With burning and being burned,
They don’t care about who we truly are
Only that you look good,
and drive a fancy car.

There are those of us who have a lot to offer,
Like warmth, compassion, and the ability to share.
And we too would be victors of the fight
If only about the material things
We as society did not care.