I kill

I steal

I give it to the poor

Is that good

I don’t know

People tell me I’m in the wrong

But what can I say

“They are stealing from the poor, I’m giving back”

I can’t say my true thoughts so I keep

My head held down

People don’t relize

That I’m trying to keep our world

From turning into a dystopian book

But they laugh saying I’m doing wrong

That I can’t steal

Can’t kill

Can’t give anything I earn to the poor

Maybe their right

Cause maybe I will get punished

I don’t know my purpose anymore

I guess

Was my life really worth it