Every day is a battle.
With feelings and thoughts,
And you own aggression.
With the fire in your bloodstream,
And you complex fixations.
And the universe is in no way
In obligation
To make sense to you,
A kid, an aberration.
And "Volition" is just a term
To describe rebellion,
You couldn't keep that one in,
You Little Hellion.
Although the world always had
An explanation
For all major successes, there's no salvation.
There's no heaven and no hell,
Only isolation.
There's no love and there's no hate,
But resignation
To a world vile enough that sets the pressure
On your humanly, small shoulders
Made for perfection.