People want so many things,
even if we are limited, even if
the world can't allow it.

I carve my voice
to satisfy the fake ones
and blame myself
for each person
that screws me over.

I've been learning that
things never matter
in this cruel world;
I'd much rather die
than be locked away
in a cage of suffering,
but that's how life is.

I spend my time on a stone pedestal,
playing the part of sad miserable fool
I want these shadows to stop following me;
if only these incessant reminders
could find another tortured soul.