Today was ok͝a̧̼y͎̮͟ so why do i f͉̲̰e̴̺e̸l̠̱̗̩̜͘ ̭like this i didnt do anything w͕̭̼̱̤͍̣r̜ơ̩n͎̺̠̹̠̤̱g̶ so why w̦̰͓͉̰̺h̯̬̥͓̭y͉̪ ͟d҉̟͖̱o̤ ̷ỳ̘ò̻͍̫͓u̼̪̖̕ ͡w̹̫̣̘̘͟h̖̖͈̥̫̳̲y̱̮̯͚̠ ̖͠d͏͈͚͓̥̙͈o͇ ̧̟ị̯̰̬ ̨̤̣̬ͅw͍͓h̩̝̭͙a̟̼͖̹̫̰t̵͇̫͔̻͚ ̳i̘s͏̖͎ͅ ̮̱͕̩ẃ̪̬̪r̴̠̠̯͈o͜n̦̖̰̩̫g̗̘̫͍̩̗̼̕ ̧̦͕̳͚͚̤ͅw̦̜̠͉͘i̭̜͘t̟h̞͎ ̳̣m̢̗̞̩͙̤͚e̯̕
With the magical banner held high invoking the crocodile rain of oppression by elites of greed by leeches and bacteria, amoebas and suckers oh come all come one, join our revolution against dark powers
Oh.. who in rightful mind could refuse off she went to hear hot propaganda of those high and mighty folks who took food from baby's mouth and live likes kings in our homes fed in Le Cordon Bleu a'la Rouge with lashings of aspic fabrications
Without hesitation she swallowed all up, I'm in and I am an Activist show me the culprit, what can I do all for one, one for all, that parasite deserves miseries and doom Easy comrade sister, get to know him and help us do his head in
It's a sport for us that elitist blood sucker just get under his skin for us, let's play his mind and infest his head report back to us, inner knowledge is power and we're fighting a war comrade sister, our hot Activist marched forth on with vim and vigor
comrade sister wholly followed her brief though soon saw things weren't as the revolutionaries presented conflicted and confused she felt pity for a rare icon held in gallows but the majority carries the vote and all is fair in love and red war
At her cost and with a wretched heart she gave her all did as she was told and played her part as a true comrade in line Solidarity she give to the fight, was mean and nasty as demanded It's them or us they say and see comrades I give my services to you all
No medals for Comrade sister, no epaulette yet earned rather at her cost her privacy invaded and smears throws at her tales of dark deeds and loose morals hung on her in dark corners yet that poor heroine fought and gave so much blood for the cause
where is the honour amongst thieves and knaves she did all that was required of her told the lies she was made to tell and played the game as taught stood at the barricades and ****** her guilt and conscience yet they still don't trust her for paranoia rules them all
This is to the person Who lives the way I do... Whose life is a distortion Created by the veil That covers our minds from the truth That living like this is hell: The moments you overreact, You cry and have panic attacks The moments that you’re in your bed When demons inhabit your head When you push away those that you love Because being yourself is too much This is to those with this Distortion, Distortion that lives in your brain, Beneath every single headache and then cracked between the pain.
Sometimes I have moments of clarity when I realize how distorted my viewpoints and actions can be. It really disturbing to suddenly come into the realization that something that you did or said is completely unstable, and just a product of your clouded, mentally- ill judgement.