Its been a while since I did a poem...
Might as well continue.
Angst for everybody.
for you SakuraHail
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Are judges really cruel?
They, who decide the verdict?
Aren't we all a judge?
Deciding when to help.
Deciding when to laugh.
Deciding when to abandon.
Everything is biased, from our laughter to our future.
"Do this, do that!" "You'll get more money!"
Will the future exist when the past is not the last of a series of misjudgments by therapists and people?
Do vitamins really help with my brain tearing itself apart?
Can I trust myself to get help? Because I know now that your verdict will betray my brains pleas.
I am stuck in universes, in chainsaws, in voices only I can hear.
And only I can respond to my voices.
You respond, "There's nothing wrong."
But are you so sure of yourself when I die of vitamin overdosage?
Are you?
Perhaps you may regret. But it is just another lie told. Another false judgment made.
Another head executed by your judgment.
The people are no better.
I make people laugh.
"Oh they're the funny one!"
Is this some secret code for "They're an idiot."
You may judge me, but others judge you.
And others judge those judges.
So everyone is judged.
In this way, everyone compares themselves above and below.
I can no longer trust.
The lingering stares of the people.
The lingering words of the therapist.
The lingering verdict of the judge.
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Langst
FanfictionOne-shots and short stories centered around our favorite blue paladin, Lance. Sad stuff based on my exp. Requests are highly welcomed. Profile pic and cover isn't my art. None of the pictures or videos are mine. Tell me if you want to share this sto...
