Nightmare of life

January 21, 2014

Waking up every morning to the same tune

Thinking about leaving this place from morn till noon

Stumbling out of bed thinking of who to impress

Forgetting that I'll never be good enough no matter how I dress

Throw on a sweatshirt and some vans,

Walking towards the bus alone to the blare of my favorite bands

"Great minds think alone" says wiz

Well here's a quiz

Why be alone when you aren't even great

All you take from people is more and more hate

Trying to to be great starts to lose it's point,

Just walk back home and roll another joint

Throw on the headphones and get lost in the tunes,

Not having to resurface for many moons

You start to come back down,

And you get hungry

Not just for food, but hungry for people to accept you

To not be cast out and spat at

Well fuck this fuck that

Maybe this nightmare will be over soon

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