Hello Steemers. I'm Emily. Here is a short poem.

Sick of the city, the cars and the trains
Sick of the buildings that litter these planes
The people around you are hard-faced and cold
Head's full of mush and their memories sold.

When you can't make no sense of the world which you live
Technology thrives and your scared for your kids
The government in power don't care for your rights
The people around you too cosey and tight.

Sitting alone you're not sure who you are
The TV projecting the new latest star
Great expectations you know you can't meet
Try to do anything you'll fall at their feet.