Questioning You.

Every moment that passes by there are minds, emotions, thoughts, and bodies used and abused And its victims are usually the youth, and I take part of this group
Even though age is just a temporary state
From my own personal experience I know this is true
I see every time I roam my school’s hallways trying to get into class
I see the students who are oppressed my their own teachers
Telling them they can’t make it
Or when those students prove the stereotypes of us minorities with their reckless actions
But you can blame them; most of us don’t any better
And we’re striving for other means of success
Not of the intellect but of accomplishing our own selfish needs
To be human is to be selfish, that’s what Thomas Hobbes said
It’s our own selfish desire that will be our demise
This desire, our eagerness to feel ecstasy or adrenaline or just simply feel
Makes the best of us act on instinct rather than judgment
It’s addictive to the point where it blocks out our reasoning and morals
It intoxicates us into a state of mind in which we just don’t care
We just want to reek in feeling
Why is it that we’re compelled to feel?
It’s like engraved in our genetic code
Humans must feel in order to be satisfied
And to be satisfied you have to reach your limit
But you only discover your limit once you have passed it
So who is to determine this for you?
Cause once you past your limit you’ve entered the boundaries of what’s right and wrong
And passing that limit tend to mean your doing the wrong thing
Our definition of what’s right and wrong differs for all the masses
So why do we allow society to advise us about morality?
When we don’t believe it is just for us
Since when did majority rule mean that’s the right choice?
This has got me thinking
Cause you’re the first to raise your hand
When it comes to judging me
Seems like where you lacked in academics you picked up in morals
Questioning whether or not my moral compass has broken
I’ll save you from trying to save me
Your words do not know the depth of my decisions
What you have observed is what you wanted to observe, not the truth
And then there comes another thing to question
What is the TRUTH?
Who defines it?
Who tells it?
And finally who decides on it?
I know my truth, can you honestly tell me you know mine?
Last time I remember you weren’t so far behind on my path of sin
That’s what you call my life right
And I don’t mind cause I’ve never claimed the title of a saint
And I will proudly hold myself to my mistakes
Cause unlike you I’m not afraid to live

To be continued…