Chill out.
You have another 50 years or so
to pretend your life is special.
You don't have to accept the truth
that no one accepts you.
In fact I'm sure most people don't care about you.
But you could pretend you mean something,
to someone else.
Honestly your ideals and beliefs
are part of the biggest joke in the world.
You think you understand but in the end,
you really don't.
You failed somewhere along the line.
When it comes down to who you're surrounded by,
all you have is yourself.
But that's okay,
as long as you don't reveal how weird
and crazy you are
to the people who can tolerate your bullshit
for more than five minutes.
Pretend everything is the way its suppose to be,
because if you don't,
you'll try to find out what it is suppose to be like.
But you don't know anything else other than what you have.
What do you have?
Nothing.
You have nothing to sustain you.
No one will really care to know the real you anyway.
You aren't sweet,
you aren't interesting.
Actually you're pathetic.
You know why?
Because no one has given you a chance.
You're alone.
It's better this way anyway.
Your hatred, happiness, frustration,
will only be witnessed by yourself in it's truest form.
Nothing to share with anyone.
So when you're out eating by yourself,
again,
at the nearest fast food place,
you can pretend it's okay.