We are conditioned to hate,
We are ridiculed when we love.
We live in a robotic like state,
Where agendas are not pushed but shoved.
You must fit into a made-up society,
Where happiness is measured in green bills.
Drugs litter the streets of sobriety,
Which lead to the prejudiced hills.
You either too big or too small,
It’s rare to be in between,
The jail is there to catch you if or when you fall,
And rip away from societies well stitched seams.

3-8-21
© Brittany Pottmeyer