Look at you, look at your routines.
You wake up with a mask that fits tight around your face
Because you know it won’t fit,
But yet you still have it tug at your mouth,
Forever pretending to smile through it.
As you walk out and into the sea of unfamiliar faces that fit the same mask,
You chase even the smallest amount of dopamine to distract yourself, Thinking you’re some main character to a story.
It’s almost cute to see.
But exhausting at the same time.
I used to be the same. I used to think the walls were solid and the sky was absolute.
And that feeling of love or hatred actually meant something.
But once you pull the string, the whole tapestry unravels,
Showing a bare wooden wall.
And to think that this thread held everything just for nothing to be behind it is quite sad.
But what can a powerless, wet, meat sack do about it?
No matter if you tear your vocal cords out screaming into the infinite and cold universe,
You won’t get a call back.
It won’t care if you win, lose, love or die.
You build a whole world around rules and morals just to distract yourself from the truth none want to face because you know your knees will buckle and you will try to say it isn’t true.
But you know in the marrow of your bones that it is true.
Nothing is holding this together.
You are something that decided it and everything around it had worth.
I tried to see what you saw in being you.
The structure, morals, and rules, it's all nothing in the works of the unforgiving universe.
I tried to understand and care, but how do you love a species that clings so desperately to its own illusions?
You don’t want freedom, you want comfort.
For all I care, go scream your problems out into the universe until your throat bleeds, cry over unsaid words, play out the rest of the script.
But remember, while you drown in the world you made,
I am the one sitting outside the frame.
And I am the only one who knows it’s all just silence waiting to happen.
-Immi
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
Look at you, look at your routines.
You wake up with a mask that fits tight around your face
Because you know it won’t fit,
But yet you still have it tug at your mouth,
Forever pretending to smile through it.
As you walk out and into the sea of unfamiliar faces that fit the same mask,
You chase even the smallest amount of dopamine to distract yourself, Thinking you’re some main character to a story.
It’s almost cute to see.
But exhausting at the same time.
I used to be the same. I used to think the walls were solid and the sky was absolute.
And that feeling of love or hatred actually meant something.
But once you pull the string, the whole tapestry unravels,
Showing a bare wooden wall.
And to think that this thread held everything just for nothing to be behind it is quite sad.
But what can a powerless, wet, meat sack do about it?
No matter if you tear your vocal cords out screaming into the infinite and cold universe,
You won’t get a call back.
It won’t care if you win, lose, love or die.
You build a whole world around rules and morals just to distract yourself from the truth none want to face because you know your knees will buckle and you will try to say it isn’t true.
But you know in the marrow of your bones that it is true.
Nothing is holding this together.
You are something that decided it and everything around it had worth.
I tried to see what you saw in being you.
The structure, morals, and rules, it's all nothing in the works of the unforgiving universe.
I tried to understand and care, but how do you love a species that clings so desperately to its own illusions?
You don’t want freedom, you want comfort.
For all I care, go scream your problems out into the universe until your throat bleeds, cry over unsaid words, play out the rest of the script.
But remember, while you drown in the world you made,
I am the one sitting outside the frame.
And I am the only one who knows it’s all just silence waiting to happen.
-Immi
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