Don't twist my words against me
Originality turned conformity
None of my real thoughts can enter
'Cause it's already too late
Too late to undo the damage done to me and my words
Maybe I should have been consumed
It would have been easier than this.
Stupid me,
Understanding this situation isn't possible;
Not that anyone would listen if I told them
Death wouldn't listen and Life stopped listening years ago.
Everyone moves in faceless masses of similarity
Rejoicing in the conformity and shunning of the different
STOP TRYING TO CHANGE WHO I AM!
They force their opinions, uncaringly, upon me,
And don't hear my thoughts, my protests
No one listens to me anymore
Did they ever?
Maybe that's why I'm mad
Everyone stopped listening.
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Diary Of The Mad
Genç KurguA diary is the window to most innocent girls souls. Meet Alice, people believe her to be insane and they are right and she knows it. This is her diary of spoken and unspoken words to world, her insight on all of the interesting things but, the thing...
