What They Stole..

I was created by society,

A product of the world's sin.

I tried not to let them change me,

but they somehow found a way in.

The images taunt me,

and play on my mind.

An escape from this maze,

is impossible to find.

Their lies surround me,

and dance in my head.

Soon I was thinking,

I'd be better off dead.

They took my dreams,

they took my soul.

I'm no longer sure

which way life will roll.