Pondering on the legitimacy of this society.

Is it weird I question everything I know about this world,
Is it weird that to this day there are still some things left inexplicable,
Is it weird that when one speaks out about these things they are shushed immediately,
Is it weird that no one bats an eye to these things?,
Why is it when I bring up these things,
All that I receive are looks from the elderly,
Quiet murmurs from society,
Friends telling me that I make no sense,
Is it weird to want to know more,
Is it weird to want to know the stuff that’s been hidden from us,
Is it weird to want to scream at the government to tell me it’s lies,
For years and years, I never asked a word,
Followed the path we were supposed to go,
But one day I crossed a fork,
And saw only one person going the other way,
I reached out to her,
Only for her to tremble and mutter silly words,
She spoke about conspiracies against us, Humans,
She spoke about torture,
She told me to question,
If we really know the truth,
Then she left, Left  me to die,
For now, I’m in a spiral,
A spiral of despair,
But I feel as though my mind has never been clearer,
To the things people have said,
Now I question what is the truth,
For all this world really is,
Is a dictator who knows the truth,
Us; all his servants and slaves,
Taking all the words he or she spews,
And convincing ourselves that it is the truth,
Repeating the lies over and over,
Until it becomes the very fabrication of our society.

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