No matter how I try
to be myself
I'm always alone
at the end of it all
The world has
conflicting thoughts
and they say
—be yourself
but if we don't like you
be like us
It's sad but
pathetic at the
same time
Pathetic that it's
the prevailing
pattern of society
Sad because I try
to subscribe to it
even if it kills me
Perhaps—life is meant
to be pathetic and sad
Death should be regarded
as a killer of joy
rather than attainment
of freedom
But that's the reason
why I've been grasping
at straws and talking
to no one but my dark thoughts
—It's because I don't know
when to shut up and smile
despite the storm
in my mind
I don't know when
to call it even and Forget
I ever existed in this
rotten place
I don't know when to
put up my walls and
when to trust people
to break them down
I don't know
—I won't know—
because I'm shit
like that
october 18, 2021
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