Such little drops of power

In a world where everyone is trying to be like everyone else
The sheer individuality gets lost in translation
People become sheep
Following blindly in packs
Opinions become echoes of louder voices
People go home with heads lost in confusion
Trembling with anger from forcing down meals of lies and fear
Choking on the everso unclean air surrounding our every inch of body
Waking through the night whilst our thoughts crash and cause destruction in our heads
Drenched in sweat from guilt and beaten consciences
To be forced into submission
To watch the news and be numb
To see the world crash into the walls of this prison the devils create
To fall to the floor, heavy and exhausted
Tears streaming down our painted on faces, ripping up our socially acceptable attire
Drinking till our hearts stop beating
Searching for the souls we were born with
Hoping the silence passes and our real wants and desires break out in noise