I have been playing with
The concept of morality
In my head for a while;
The guidelines in which we base
All of our actions can be properly
Placed into one of two categories.
Good and Evil.

Is the course of action ahead
For the betterment of myself
Or my society?
How does one even begin to understand
The ramifications of their decisions
And their affect on human history.

What if enlightenment is only
Another word for loneliness?
What if becoming one with your
True self is really just isolation
To an idea that we can transcend
Into something better but:

Let me remind you that evil did not exist before we did.

Even in light of current events,
We know that within each of us
Is a light that is never extinguished.
I know the times ahead may seem tough.
For my generation specifically
Because we are only now finding
Which paths to take.

We may have created evil,
But we don't have to nurture it.
We can become the balance
And remind each other that isolation
Isn't an answer.
Especially in our own selves.

I hope you take this to heart.

My mind is screaming obscenities
And howling like a wounded dog
In the stark midnight air
I look up to see
To look at all the people around me
Can they hear the chaos that originates inside of me?
It's sad to say that my affliction
Is my disguised blessing
It gives me material to write about
I look down at the scars on my left arm
That my 16 year old self transcribed
I think of how long it's been
With this depression and anxiety and social paranoia lurking below the surface,
Swimming within my subconscious like eels that sting when they come to the surface
It feels like I've tried everything to heal,
And yet it persists
My mind goes ablaze
And my heart starts to race
I blame the whole world for my condition
If people were more loving and kind
If I just had someone to hold me and listen
I know these inner wounds would heal
These wounds need kissing and hugs and encouragement
This heart needs loving and then it'll start flourishing
I need support and kindness
I need to be free and
At the same time
I need good hearted people to love me.

My favourite version of reality
is the one inside my head.

I know I'm only talking crazy,
we all have those days; pretend.

Pretend your brain is just a stage,
and you have something to prove.

Pretend there are all these people living
inside this world you always choose.

Pretend the life outside yourself
is just the place you go to sleep.

Pretend that when your eyes are closed,
that's the life you want to keep.

Pretend nobody out here is real,
and live like a silent mystery.

Pretend the Earth is your asylum
and keep trying to run free.

This pretending thing is great,
you will soon begin to see.

Live life a little brighter,
*just pretend along with me.

It's your head,
your heart,
and everything in between.
And that, my friend,
is what poetry should be.

One day we will all be gone
The only whispers that fill the halls
Will be the wind
And several cockroaches
The walls will remember us
But to the air and bugs
We have never existed