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All the world's a Lie.

this I can't deny

a secret person from myself

a secret life behind these eyes

cast away behind the shelf

 

a personality I cannot find

what no one expects

... sincere

and yet...

insane

 

for being a caged animal?

tame?!

 

if you are what they want you to be

if you are sane... then you are weak

if you are financially inept

then you are ******

 

goodbye dignity

goodbye "BEING A MAN"

but you never needed that

you were always an intellectual

you had no other choice

 

but this is hidden in the chaos

and the chaos is something no one can argue

when you try they don't believe you

 

they believe in a higher being

when they don't understand

they don't understand disorder

they don't understand biological disorder

 

I am not tame when provoked... just like you

except when I am provoked...

I naturally turn violent

 

when I turn evil, I turn on myself

safety measure, defense mechanism against me.

and when I can no longer take it

the dark thoughts pace rapidly

nerves are shot

 

I am only writing this to save my life

I am only writing this to save my life

I am only...

 

the life I don't want

in a place that's tolerable

with the inhabitants that don't understand me

 

I am only writing this to preserve....

 

I'm not pathetic

I'm not what everyone says I am...

or thinks I am

I'm not...

 

but they wouldn't know that

 

they never bothered to ask me...

I'm either too intimidating by appearance

too the opposite by demeanor

I'm either this or that

this or that...

ITS ALWAYS MULTIPLE THINGS AT THE SAME TIME

DOES ANYONE ELSE EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS???

 

It barely makes sense to me..

I cannot identify...

and then I give up..

turn apathetic...

begin narration

 

and I am only writing this to calm myself down

I am only writing this to save my life

I am not selfish enough to take it...

even from the people who don't believe me.

the people I love.

 

I fight myself everyday for them.

Because if it were up to me... well...

 

...

 

I now remember why I chose to write

I am defeated... by nature

and a workhorse by society.

hysterical...

 

I hope no one ever reads this...

even if they did

it wouldn't matter...

this is the last thing someone does

is trick themselves into company

who cares what others think

when you're basically talking to yourself

you're talking to yourselves

and yet...

 

you are still the mystery narrator

 

A MAN, just how the world likes us

defeated.

 

Dead in a Metaphor.

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samir
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Jun 2, 2012
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