Oceans

The world is like an ocean. Society represents the sharks and anyone who is different are all viewed as bait. When were born, we get thrown into the water. All of a sudden it becomes survival of the fittest both mentally and physically. If you're not capable of keeping up with everyone else who has the wits or strength to swim away from the sharks or hold their own, you'll get eaten alive. But you won't die right away; You'll keep getting picked. Piece by piece you'll fall apart. Slowly. Painfully. Until theres nothing left of you to defend yourself. And eventually, when they think they've done enough damage, they'll start to disburse. Slowly. Making sure you have no more fight left in you. Once they've all left, so have you. But you've left forever. They've just gone to find their next victim. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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