Ramblings on how I feel right now

I need out

I need to get out

I need a way out

Of these social constructs

Of these I'll self-destruct

Or maybe I'll be OK

Or maybe not, OK?

What's it to you?

No, what's it with you?

You don't give a shit

You don't know I'm shit

Nah, it's cool, we cool

Nah, it's cool, I drool

Over being able to fit in

Over being able to find the end

 

What the fuck does that mean?

What the fuck, am I that mean?

I know I could do better

I, no, we could do better

We could do a lot of things

We could fly if we had wings

But I don't.

But I don't.

And wait, who is you?

And wait, is this misuse

Of a fantasy of our life

Of a fantasy, you're my wife.

I'm not thinking about you.

I'm not thinking. Oh fuck you

I have no person in mind

I have nothing, a void, be kind

I tell myself what's the use

I tell myself read the clues

Yet I yearn for you still

Yet I learn nothing, kill

Me? Who cares about me?

Me? Who probably looks happy?

I don't know

Io non so.

 

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This is my first poem. Just wanted to express how I felt last night.