It's all in my head

Contradiction of my existence

I try to achieve something belittling compared to your ravished milestones.

Sometimes, I do things just for the sake of being miscellaneous.

Everyone sees me as a different person.

As if I'm everyone to ever exist.

It's great being able to be called insane. Afterall, everyone who isn't ends up achieving nothing worth the time.

What? You thought that my controlled body was going to type controlled thoughts? Sorry, my brain isn't conditioned to say what you want to hear.

I can wrap my head around this complex maze. It's not complexed if you live somewhere where hope doesn't only exists for the sake of visiting your past.

Why should I care. I probably don't exist anyway.