I can’t be perfect, no doubt
But I can never be compared to, true fact
Comparison is not something that most people deal well with
It makes you loathe the people who you once loved and cherished
When they begin to point out your flaws and failings
Comparing you to your peers
Making you feel like the freak of nature
You begin to seethe with rage and hate
Rage and hate that could destroy you if you do not master it
I need to pour out my soul
But only to willing ears
I need to express myself
But to not just anyone
Times come that you wish to be understood
Times that you just want to let it all out
In the hopes that it will ease your spirit and lighten your burden
But there is no one willing enough to hear
One more day in this insanity
And I’ll give it up as vanity
And vanity is such a useless phenomenon
One that has led to the death and destruction of so many
Men and women alike
It makes you desire the things which are deemed forbidden and seen as abominations
The insanity that surrounds you threatens to draw you in and suck you into its murky depths
It wants to remold you and shape you into a mindless puppet that I can bend to its will
And it’s will alone
This is what I fight against each day
It is what have to deal with and endure with each rising hour of the day
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Thoughts
RandomA collection of thoughts running in the head of a depressed and bored teen. Random ideas and glimpses into the inner workings of such a mind. The hidden and unspoken words of sorrow, pain, curiosity and fantasy. Funny ideas to be played with later...
