A sick society

From childhood we are told that we must be beneficial members of it. We have to fit in, but at the same time be the best. It never has enough. Who, you ask? Society.

The lying whore who tells us all otherwise, but we're not good enough in any of the versions. None of us. Not even you. Neither do I. We form emotional bonds with people who don't want them. We are part of a social construct with which we disagree. But you can't defend yourself, defy, refuse... We are all part of the problem. We are all a problem.

We all bear our share of the blame, hoping it is less than someone else's. We love each other. We hate each other. We reconcile and deceive each other again and again. We are not truly free, even though we are told so.

Caught in the nets of the cycle, we stop asking about our own price. We sell ourselves for minimum wage and don't believe in anything we do. We are puppets in a high game that cannot be won. Together, we all form a sick society. Together....alone.