there is nothing // rant book

people/pigeons

People are there
People are there
Where am I?

People are where,
people are here,
in front of my eyes

when I think of people
I think of pigeons
excepts pigeons
Will leave and
Don't talk
people are much worse
than a pigeon

People are strong
even a child lifts weights
in the form
of too big emotions

too big emotions
honey, I'm hoping
they'll just go away
cause these
too big emotions
are eating at me

people are taller,
rising
towering over my head
my fears
my dear
are only people
in the end

in the end
when I was ten it began
words were not easy
they didn't
understand
and that's how
it will end

confusing I am
confusing my plans
confusing my thoughts
confusing this plot

if people would just
give me a shot
(another one)
I cannot
will not
fuck up this time

but you know
that's not true
because people are
people
people
people are
me and you

(an actual mess of a poem)