Is it real?

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Walking down a drawn out path,

all around me are trees and woods

and beyond them a fucked up world.

The signs are telling me to go straight

and to never stray from this path.

But fuck that, this path is boring

and I don't give a fuck what my path looks like,

I'll do whatever the fuck I want.

In front of me I see the end of this path

and what it holds is a perfect life

so obviously I need to stray from this path

because I could never have a perfect life.

I venture into the woods by myself,

I am filled with excitement and perhaps fear.

It's too dark to see, but I know where to go,

it seems so obvious to me so I'll keep walking

until I get to where I'm supposed to be.

I am there sooner than I thought,

her hand intertwines with mine

and I smile knowing I'm meant to be here.

Fuck that path, it would lead me to a different life

and I won't change my life for anything

because I'm happy, being fucked up,

it feels right to me and I don't even care

what anyone else thinks, they can go fuck themselves.

All that matters is that she accepts me

and that my friends accept me for who I am.

But is this life even reality?

Is this world really true?

I'm hoping so but I don't really know

because I'm confused about so many things

and can't comprehend so many more.

I really don't know what to do anymore

so I've devised something that I can do.

That is anything, anything I want,

so that's what I will do.

Fuck my parents, fuck the cops,

fuck rules, and fuck consequences.

I will always be a defiant piece of shit

that belongs in prison and is a disgrace

to the entire fucking human race

or so I hear about myself

from these stupid fucking pigs.

No, I am not a normal person and

yes, I do like myself like this,

got a fucking problem? Well fuck you.

You think you're so fucking special?

Just because you're popular and perfect

and you have your whole life planned out.

It's time for a reality check,

there's nothing special about you,

your just another normal person

who will have a normal life and normal things.

Do you really think that's so special?

I didn't fucking think so.

Join me and then you will finally see

what it really means to live free.

You can do whatever you please,

it's always fun to be a tease

and don't forget to never get caught

especially when your smoking that dank ass pot.

Now let's fuck all this shit up

just because we fucking feel like it

and then we'll run the fuck away

so that we don't get fucking blamed.

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