A thing called society

I'm surrounded, I'm crowded, by different groups of individuals. With nothing really to say just to pass the time away. Not even realizing what they say has caught them mixed between other people's conflicts. They call themselves friends, best friends, sisters, brothers, homies, girls, boys, dogg, G. But what does that really mean? Sooner or later you'll cause drama, that'll tear you and your friend apart. Or else it'll be something someone else said that'll ruin your friendship. Then that new person that comes along to replace you is happy until it becomes a vicious cycle, that happens over and over until we all give up and try to forgive and live in a world of peace to release all the pressure thats overcome their souls that's crushing all they have left, a little thing called stress, that takes up all their interest, which feels like the shadow of death, when we forget the rest and all the best to come in our lives, to live now, today standing here in silence we try to find our place in a world of disgrace, where everyone is amazed at the glazed eyes they see, it seems like such a mystery, but its long-gone history, ready to be unraveled and twisted, from the people who missed this time, to smoke that dime is all it took, to make things cook until they boiled so much it overflowed and made a mess to hot to touch and left it alone.