When all the voices in your mind just fuse together to scream at you,
As if you don’t hear that enough.
When you’re just so stuck there’s nothing more than lie in a bed that you can do.
How do you know if you’re even feeling?
I’m so confused and so lost I just want some guidance.
But if I reach out to you you’ll find out that I’ve been lying.
I’m so starved of love and touch I make up worlds that bleed into my reality.
I can differentiate what's real and fake at this point.
I don’t even know who I am at this point.
I make art but am I good?
My ideas have so much quantity but are they quality?
Everything just overlaps to scream at me all at once.
Music screams its whispers into me to try and drown out my already overwhelming thoughts.
This energy is too much and too great for me to take on alone.
Projecting this doesn’t even help.
Why?
Why not?
What would help, give me solutions that make sense.
Don’t tell me some **** like “you’re young, it’ll get better”
Because every adult I see is so stuck in their own way that their childhood interests are ruined by their trauma.
There are so many contradictions in what we are told to be functional.
What’s the real thing?
Why be functional if it means we are not happy?
Why can’t we be expressive and true to ourselves?
Why does gender have to be conformed,
Why does sexuality have to be criticized by so many?
Why can’t we be who we wish?
If we aren’t true to ourselves then are we ourselves?
We’re told not to lie but lying is the only way we’re taught to survive.
Everyone has the same problems, unique experiences are few and far between.
Why are we criticized by other people for these problems when they experience the same ones?
Why is society so ****** up that we can’t even just be?
So many questions, so few answers.
So little space and time that so many make up these worlds to try and escape this one.
Why not try to make this world the better one?
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC
When all the voices in your mind just fuse together to scream at you,
As if you don’t hear that enough.
When you’re just so stuck there’s nothing more than lie in a bed that you can do.
How do you know if you’re even feeling?
I’m so confused and so lost I just want some guidance.
But if I reach out to you you’ll find out that I’ve been lying.
I’m so starved of love and touch I make up worlds that bleed into my reality.
I can differentiate what's real and fake at this point.
I don’t even know who I am at this point.
I make art but am I good?
My ideas have so much quantity but are they quality?
Everything just overlaps to scream at me all at once.
Music screams its whispers into me to try and drown out my already overwhelming thoughts.
This energy is too much and too great for me to take on alone.
Projecting this doesn’t even help.
Why?
Why not?
What would help, give me solutions that make sense.
Don’t tell me some **** like “you’re young, it’ll get better”
Because every adult I see is so stuck in their own way that their childhood interests are ruined by their trauma.
There are so many contradictions in what we are told to be functional.
What’s the real thing?
Why be functional if it means we are not happy?
Why can’t we be expressive and true to ourselves?
Why does gender have to be conformed,
Why does sexuality have to be criticized by so many?
Why can’t we be who we wish?
If we aren’t true to ourselves then are we ourselves?
We’re told not to lie but lying is the only way we’re taught to survive.
Everyone has the same problems, unique experiences are few and far between.
Why are we criticized by other people for these problems when they experience the same ones?
Why is society so ****** up that we can’t even just be?
So many questions, so few answers.
So little space and time that so many make up these worlds to try and escape this one.
Why not try to make this world the better one?
Venting
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