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the truth about high school


I am a friendless loser prick and i will regret all this

i am a hopeless broken dove

who will never obtain love

These white walls are caving in

Slowly burning they're telling me

I realize that I can't win

It's becoming so easy for me to see

It's just too late to try to hide

The demons that lurk within my mind

And It isn't easy for me to accept

My fate as a member of the lost cause

 

As soon as you see it I become inept

Forced to live in a world where I hide my flaws

The world will never know

This is my little piece of my own universe

My endless galaxy Within my eyes

my hell on earth

That remains a lie

 

I am the forgotten

My aura filled smoke glistens

flowing through the den

The off white valence sends

And every single body still acts as like they pretend

And I never felt the cold burn so bad

And I never knew exactly what I had

When time stood still and The scenery lies

The thoughts whisked away through my discerning eyes

 

As soon as you see it I become inept

Forced to live in a world where I hide my flaws

The world will never know

This is my little piece of my own universe

My endless galaxy Within my eyes

my hell on earth

That remains a lie

 

And the crowd see the ghosts but mistake them for clowns

I can't quite feel it but I remember the sound

I can fly

The iris collides

The thought that runs within our veins

It's unfathomable  to escape


 

As soon as you see it I become inept

Forced to live in a world where I hide my flaws

The world will never know

This is my little piece of my own universe

My endless galaxy Within my eyes

my hell on earth

That remains a lie

 
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Wünderhag Supremacy

16 years old. Nj. filmmaker, poet, singer/songwriter, queer, active feminist vimeo.com/kierindoesfilm

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