I hid my feelings inside a book

Reason for this would be because an epiphany took,
see I'm one for cheesy smirks and all the perks of socializing with people of my age. But it just seems like a dumbing down of me because no one in my generation reads if it's not about gossip or vampire teens. While I'm stuck between the borderline of reality and books. Literature has surely become dominant and is the addiction at foot. But still the issue being that my peers would rather throw their life away in an intoxicated haze especially with little to no education is what makes me sick. Guys after ***, girls flashing their **** and all for publicity. Infamy which has very little time in the limelight before it becomes a bore. Drugs are what they crave, *** is what they're all searching for, and I say this with great abhor.

I hid my feelings inside a book,
Reason for this is because an epiphany took.
No one in my generation reads but this rant is something I wish they'll heed.

I've managed to escape the hellish crevice of my home, now I'm roaming languidly around finding peace and tranquility (that of which lack within me). Or so I thought as I wondered aimlessly down the road, I stumbled upon a park to which many homeless call home. Walking by your typical stoners and snot-nosed brats, I sat down on a half broken bench. Shocked at the sight of this poor maintenance I, I look up to what was a beautiful 3-tone sky and that to my surprise I've finally found it. I've found the tranquility I ever so lacked, there it was for about ten minutes before the sky blacked. The summer has brought this. The season I dread the most had bestowed upon me my bliss.

Now I find myself gazing at the full moon in between palm trees and an electricity tower. It's so eccentric but it continues being interrupted by random strangers asking for the time, for the ****** hour.