I Do Not Belong

Oh brave new world, I feel so trapped.
Stuck in this utopia where I cannot adapt.

The promiscuity and the holidays, I do not have much interest in.
When everyone else feels the high, I feel different within.

I see that world, which once use to be.
Where everyone could be themselves and just be free.

Women were seen for whom they were, not what their bodies could offer.
Children had both of their parents and a family they actually were.

Somas are way of escaping, to reach that high and leave the pain.
But what's the point when it's never going to go away?

Oh Ford! please help me; in this utopia I do not fit in.
I wish to get out and experience a different type of adrenaline.

I want to escape and be in a place where I belong.
This brave new world is not for me, and i've known that all along.

* I wrote this poem for an english project I had to do on the book "Brave New World". I had to express the feelings of what one of the main characters were feeling. (Oh and in their world, they didn't have God, they had Ford).