In a world where everything and everyone is ideal

There is complications 

Lack of motivation is dialed back from absence of pressure 

No expectations of the weight you carry on your shoulders

Knowing that it may not even be yours 

and just someone who 

was not strong enough to do it themselves

Left with the burden of guilt if you too are that incapable 

Ones faced with the overwhelming chants of indignity 

God you should be ashamed of yourself 

Ironic because that is the thing in which shows the most strength

And the reason our brain is numb to this normality 

We are crammed under a standard of perfection 

That which you are less of a person if you can’t deal in society

The one that is a cut above the rest 

Using the feebles back as a step stool 

Becoming competition 

Of who can hold the weight no one should

Always leaving one to break

With the heaviness cracking our knees 

Shaking till you lose your balance 

And looking up to see the other glorify in what you could not do

A constant reminder 

that no one should hold such an implication over themselves

But that’s silly because maybe it really is just that you yourself

Are too weak