A Poem To You

H̛̭̳̀ͯ͌ͧ́́̕e̸̢̻̿̃ͭ̆ĺ͎͎̓͌͊͆̈́͟͟p̣ M̢̢͍̮̠ͭ̾͠e̽̄̚ P̯ͭͪͨ͂̎͜l̴ȩ̶̝͞a͗s̛̻̩̯̖̠͛̒͑͞e͍̰ͧ̊

My life is corrupted,

Destroyed,

By the constant,

Asking of questions,

Requirement of being a leader.

W͂ha̲t͓ if̷ I̎ d͕oͣn̑'t̀ wan̊t ͪt͟o b̃e͒ a l̵e͉aͣder͂ any͗mo̫r͔e?̎

I wa̘nt͇ ͥțo̕ ͦbe guid̞ed s͑omeho͈w,͐ b͗ut̔ t͓hey͠ ref͔usé toͪ aͪll̑ow͋ it̅.͎

I sha͞ll be lͬeaͧde̿r no lo̰ng̯er͜.̒

I͈̐ ͫa̡͞m͈ ͨn̻̞ͤo̍ṯ̙̔ ͭͫć̏o̊o̅l̑.̶̦̜

S̙̤̓ǒ͍̫ w̍̌h̥a̴͓̒t?

I̐͜ amͯ stį̖ll̳̎ ṃͣe.͖

L̒et̝͡ me͋ be͉ m̝͍ę͔.̶̤̥ ͤ

Or͙ͮ̅ ͭẹl̢̤sͫ̚e ͦI̎ ̛ͦ̌wiͤľl̥͝ s̻̫t̂ǎͧ̿rt losī̷ng̷̎̓ ͪm͙y̻ m̙̀iͮn͗͗d̝̩,

Slò̵͐w̑̈ͦl̵ͯy̶̋ a̪͗͌nd̷͞ ͧp̽a̋i̱͠n͝fͅul͂l̰ͮͩy̋,

Ŭ̥͓n̪͈tͩi̶l͇̽ I̹ å̹͈m̬ͣ̎ no̼ͮ ͫl̯ong̱ͬ̿erͮ́̂ m͏y̽s̜̫͒el̫ͤf̨̬̥.͛

.͛S̙õ̗ l̘ͫͫe̔av̷͈̈e͕͖̩ͬ̑ ͩm̶é a̸̰̣ͪ̚l̤̿͊on̑͌̀ͭ͞ẽ͉ͨ,̡̙̆͆ į̭̒f y̸̷̛̜̹ǫ̻ͫu̷ͭ̒ w͏̧̹̜̉o͈̘n̸̶͈̘'̙͐͒t̏҉̧҉ lͤ̋̔ͩͦe͠t̏̅ m̠͓̠e͛ͫ bē̟̾ l̙̊ͧ͌͢ëd̸̞͜͠.̜̩̥̀͗

̲ͥ̅L͓͕̃͟èt̡͚͝ m͏ȩ͍̤͘ ̦͎ͭͤḃ̙̈́͊e̋̌̚.̧͎̦̺̉

ͮLë̿t̸̷̡͔ m̢̡̯e̞̩̱ͅ b̸̽eͭͤͬ.̷̮̼ͪͨ

L̝̻̔̿e͖̞̐t mͥ̎̒͟ͅe̯͆ͯ b͙̬ͥ̐ȅ͓!̥͇̦ͤ͟

I̛̱̍̂͌ ͭ̍a̘ͬ̑͢m̸ͤ g̶ͨë̜̺́́ṭͣ͛̚ti̇̓n͎̤͊g̡̎̈́ aͮn͖ͬ̈̚ͅg̛ry͔ͩ̑̊́ now.̇ C̞͆͒a͚ͧ̇̔͠n'͏̏t̘̯͗͟ ͖ͩy͔͍҉̯ͤoͅu ̼̹ͦͥse̯ͦ̂e̱̐̔̚ t̼̄ha̗̎̊̌͟t͛ ȳ͕̪̗̈́oͭ͝u͖ h̰͓ͪ͞ͅa̴͚͈̎v̼̰̒͞e̷̝͡ ͭd̝̰ͮr̵̨ͬ̋̔ov͖e̟ m̌̓̋ḛ̇ͨ̊ ou͔͆͞t̮̔̄ o͓ͩf̷̲͕ͣ͢ m̻̑y̹ͪ̉ m̒ḭ̸̚nd?̜̝͛ͥ͆ Ar͙͇̖ͧͩê yͦơ̧ͩu̳̤ͥ́ ͯb͙l͑i̶͞n̑̾d̠͕̗ͮ?̧ͩ͡ ͓̰ͭI h̷̆av̨̢̒̊͢e͔̞͛͠ r̦̬̋͡ů̠҉nͪ͟ ỏ͇͂üͤ͢t of timͯ̽ͭe!̺ S̨̆͌̚ô͕̞̇ l̸̋҉ea̳̟̞͉v͂e ̣͈ͯͣm̡̥̾͘e̚ b͈̲̏̀e̝̽ͫ͌͐!̴͛͐ͬ͠

͛͠I̝ ḩave g̈́i̜ve̊n u͔p̽ alͯready.̸ S͌o j͉ust le͡av̠e͊.͂.̓.͜ mͬe̤.̼.. b̬e͏..̛..̀