Do you know who I am?
Because I don’t.
You told me this is my path
This is my job, this is my fam,
You also told me
These are the social media platforms
I have to be on
If I want to be connected to the world
You showed me
The parties and dinners and events
I would have to go to
The clothes I would have to wear
The body type I would have to inhabit
If I wanted to be somebody or fuck somebody
You also showed me love
In movies and TV shows and Buzzfeed listicles
But very rarely irl.
You told me so many things
About living this life
But you never told me about life force
Do you even know what that is
Or are you as fatigued I am
By this world we have created,
Entrenched into each other’s souls
As dictates of post-modern conformity
We cannot seem to break out from or let go.
You distract me with nostalgia and debate over the past
Or you say the future is filled with breakthroughs
And we are living through epochal change
Unprecedented since the industrial revolution
Yet all I feel when I wake every day is inertia
What are these myths of past and future
You keep feeding me
And who are you, society, to know any better?