The world we live in
The clock ticks
Seconds go by
I sit here
Wondering
Starring out the window
Cars
Stores
People
Why are we here
What is our purpose
The same routines
Wake up
Go to school
Do some work
Then go to bed
This world is a torture chamber
Sickness
Body image
Money
Few are lucky
The rest not so much
Preps
Jocks
Goth
Stereotypes
Everyone has a label
Whether you want one
Or not
Rapists
Killers
Abductors
Sick people fill this world
Why are we here
Why are we tortured