Insecure

Life seems so empty
Whatever the future holds it seems so predicable
Like everyone's ambitions and purpose is similar
Pressure builds as humanity builds its own "survival of the fittest"
I watch as it molds the personalities and lives of friends
is that all there is? That simple?
So here I stand, not alone, just rigid
Weary of the constant tugging
Confused at what plucks the strings of my heart
The past is bendable and for all I know there could be no future
I'm left with the present
trapped in the present
Everything I do now
is happening
its solid, its my decisions
this is the only place I feel stable.
Now how can I fight against these chains
Escape before I reach the prison
Everyone seems so eager to enter
Eager because it is easier
controllable
This is where I now draw the line, my own boundary
I will fight and I will hold on
because this is my life
and I want it to be hard
not for the sake of it being difficult
but for the purpose of actually finding something that has worth
living for the reason
that their is air in our lungs
that we are ourselves yet we are not alone
I am stronger than this
but
I am forced to play by their rules
such a sour joke
we have all become accustomed to that bitter taste
that excuse for personal game
the delightful satisfaction of throwing in an allusion of complexity
to forget
what is reality?