What a waste.
Human disgrace.
So out of place.
Behind pace.
Acting like everything stays the same.
They think I need space.
I need to be fucking surrounded.
These are dangerous times.
As is everyday in my life.
Suicidal rampage.
Why won't they cooperate?
Headache.
No worse than that.
Migraine.
Tension is building.
Imploding.
Distracting.
Over-reacting.
I feel faint.
Like I should dissipate.
Either way.
Doesn't matter to me.
Just get turned away anyhow.
"No one pays attention to me."
The lie of everyone's life story.
If someone is listening then there's your attention.
Stop referencing your "oppression".
That's in an alternate dimension.
You whine and complain, but won't do anything to change.
Minorities of the century.
Everybody's symphony.
Give it a rest.
This is the generation of opportunity.
Who cares if we're misjudged?
Embrace that shit.
Take hold of it.
Stop complaining about how you're "sick of it".
Go out and fucking change it.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PoetryA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.
