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#a handful of complaint

Here's a discourse that was never meant to be

I am lonely, yes, surrounded by people like me

As long as I keep writing, there is nothing to hide

But the simple fact that, otherwise, my actions seem dry

Yes, I am here, by myself

God knows, maybe I need help

I still have trouble considering thoughts

The urge to protest, to defy the odds

Whatever, I keep stuff to myself, unbothered

While feeling pressured, tempted, discouraged, disturbed

Making out scenarios that don't even exist

While seeming so surreal, they cease to remain a myth

It gives me pleasure, also pain

To disfigure reality, to pretend

Where exactly do I stand again ?

How the heck do I remain loyal to myself, while risking my own hand ?

Hello, little world, conjured by my own sick brain

Where I list my thoughts and my feelings I refrain

Sometimes I feel like I have raised chaos

Where is the actual reason tossed ?

Forget that, whenever I am blue

I reach out to you

A sacred, dark temple, conceived and fueled completely

By loads of regrets, which I resent deeply

If one could forgive and forget

Connect to a higher purpose, stop the torment

If one could sort all things out

Without a single trace of doubt!

Crazy, maniacal mechanism

You operate with such a low degree of self-esteem

You strike with fiery precision

I am left but speechless, with no further guess, I follow procedure..

When it's dark inside

And all seems gone to waste

I have but one final request

To be somehow left to rest!