If you've been through what I've seen, you'd understand my longing for perfection in myself.
Anxiety, pain, suffering, and the admirable feelings too. The valued ones, that last for an unfortunate matter of seconds.
They're all part of our fate and written in pen on a simple piece of important paper.
Those friends shallowly mentioned have grown kinder, mysteriously. Why are humans like this?
Why do they always flux in small circles around the fence?
Should I avoid them, or crookedly be kind, knowing I'll lose them in a split second?
Should I completely fix myself, as nothing is correct in my thoughts?
That's what people enjoy in uniform, right?
...
Toxic thoughts aren't the best to usher in, with no one to supervise.
Though, all people with the same gloominess as I, greet them anyways. By this point, we've given up on our cheerfulness, and sanity.
We just want to cease to exist. We don't feel happiness, like before. We've learned the sickness of others, and...
I'm going through these thoughts again.
Sometimes I just want to relinquish this game of emotional chess.
