What's 'my' problem?

You may ask

Millions,

And millions,

Of un-Holy words come to me,

But I do not say

What's my problem?

It's 'them'.

'They're' the ones with the problem.

Society

The ones,

Who tell us what's right

And wrong

I'm considered a 'menace' to Society

Just because I actually think individually

And don't follow the crowd

I'm no puppet

You can't control me

I'm an outcast

So to speak

But,

Society made me that way

It's all Society's fault

Not mine

I don't expect the 'minions' of Society to understand

Adults

They mean well,

But are still puppets to Society

Then,

What are children?

I'll tell you:

Children are angels

They all have their own unique personalities

All different

New

Again:

Different

But are turned into puppets later on

Damn Society

Damn it to Hell

What's my problem?

You may ask

Millions,

And millions,

Of un-Holy words come to me,

But I do not say

What's 'my' problem?

It's 'them'

They're the ones with the problem

Society

Not me

Society

The Control Freaks