the stygma

they say its fine, they say its good for you, but that just does not feel true. head slowed, voice slurred. can’t be serious, they won’t listen. they won’t find out what they’re missing

not a stoner, not a burnout, i don’t know how i will turnout

Cant get my head straight

feeling stunned

feeling shunned

i thought this was supposed to be fun

its over done

by everyone

no sympathy

from anyone

laughter, mockery

if only they could see.

this high life

its just not for me

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