Humans- I don't understand us.
We give each other a label and a price based on our appearance and our chosen cliche. We display each other like inanimate objects being sold in a store, and then we buy our stories, but why? It's probably just us trying to stay organized in life, but why?
I want to be someone who doesn't have an image and who's different, but now even that is a cliche and a typical label and it makes me angry.
Angry
Anger
Yet another thing I don't understand about us because we get angry at everything!
We get angry if we don't feel anything or if we feel too much or if someone who makes us angry suddenly makes us happy- But ****.

Why are we so against happiness?
Sure, the poetry will ****, or at least wont be considered "deep" but is poetically saying "I am going to **** myself" in different ways, in multiple verses really deep?
Or just dark?
And where do we draw the line?
Or do the two just come hand in hand and every time I touch my pen to paper to write those words and attempt to say I am not okay, am I dragging people down?
Or is this just me... Embracing my cliche, my story- In the way I walk, and dress, and write? In the way I openly speak and insult and think?
I think I'm dragging them down.
I am dragging them down!
I am taking them to the dark little pit in my mind which isn't very little or dark at all but I say it is even though it's gone way
But it's all I've known! And I don't know what I am doing with my life and I don't know if I ever will know, but see?
Here we go, here I go- complaining about everything I was literally JUST complaining about before because it's all I know, and it's all we know.