Trapped

I am not a robot, not a number, not an employee on a page,
I am authentic to myself and despite all your programming
I will never change

In a world where money rules,
and those that have none are fools,
a world of addiction to comsumer goods
where you only win if you own the new iphone

I exist

sucked into shopping,
lost in needing shiny new things
almost lost to the taste of rich foods

I still breath

waiting and watching and despising my weak state of mind
desiring much more than some 5 minute fad
wanting to talk more about things that have a deeper meaning
rather than talking about Cheryl Tweedy

I am me

wishing I could break free of society's chains,
wishing I could escape the place where I stand
but each step I take leads me closer to the asylum,
and away from those I hold dear

death by consumerismor
a life of the insane
no matter what I do though
the ending is the same

I AM TRAPPED!