you're an adult now
there's certain expectations,
certain rules.
you can't be mentally ill
you can't struggle
there's no room in this busy world
most people will judge you,
most will put you in a box
most will only focus on what you have,
how much money, how much reputation.
there's no room for the people who are lost
there's no room for you to get better.
there's no time.
you have to go to work, be a productive member of society.
but really,
you are so fucking angry.
angry that your teenage years were so messed up
angry that you can never stay better
angry that you don't have the time of day
to take care of yourself.
there seems to be no way out.
i
just
want
to
be
free.
