Cycle of Stupidity

What happens when the pressure builds up? And you realize that the fine line between your sanity and a delightful axe murder spree isn't societal convention, but more like the fear, the inevitable possiblity of making one more notch of disappointment. Add on two more notches, if you find yourself writing deep dark poems to convey your deep emotional demons. You google Edgar Allen Poe, you practice in your mirror to find that deep emotional teenage angst that you're convinced only haunts your life. What a demon it is, complaining about your white suburban life. The tiptoe of green grass and laughing children playing safely in your neighborhood: what a haunting reminder of the difficult life you live, filled with heartbreak, crushing college decisions and other people who vacuum up similar misery. Yeah, stupidity will do that to you. Your own, you guess. What happens to those tears when your internal well dries? I'm guessing it heats up with the fury that precious tears were wasted on stupidity, Leaving a mark on your soul that can only be erased with the silent "F-ck youse". Yeah, stupidity.