A Promise

 I hate society.
I hate the way it traps us
In a web of lies,
Waiting for the day
It can feast on our corpses.

I hate our leaders.
They're the ones holding
This tower of pain
And misery up,
Not out of malice
But out of fear.

I can't express my hatred
For a world
Bound by a promise 
That can't be kept. 
A promise of greatness,
So long as you obey the rules.

I can't explain why I feel lost,
That the path I'm following 
Didn't lead to where I was told it would go.
I can't tell anyone why
I don't feel any joy
When I'm with people any more.

Is our world changing
Or am I simply pretending that it is?