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I was never meant to be here. I'm from another planet.
This is why star trek is so fascinating to watch.
Why soap operas bore me.
Everything always feels like a dream and I never feel alive.
This is why I don't drive. I would die in a horrible accident while day dreaming.
These repeating day dreams chain me down until anything around me is background noise.
I'm a huge flaw in this planet. Scabbing over until I'm skin again.
This isn't a poem, it's simplistic and it isn't fancy.
Where ever I go. I'm considered a fuck up even if they don't say it.
Something always rubs me wrong when they tell me to do what they do.
Go to school, be a nurse, you only need two years of college to wipe old people ass.
When I'm alone, I'm always left with questioning myself, doubting. Asking myself if I should
be this stubborn against people who act like they're trying to help. Are they really my enemy?
Just because they're stupid, and they don't question anything. Should I feel sorry?
I have felt sorry, and I have explained how I feel about everything.
They don't listen. They think I'm mean when they're just afraid to come out of their comfort zones.
A zone they've had, like a cushion prison since they were born.
Any time I could go to a friend's house, I would. Because they always had more food than me.
They had a pool, a hot tub, a computer. Something I didn't.
My friends started to think I was using them, calling me poor trash.
Drinking well water and never having juice or soda growing up, or candy.
Unless my parents scored while dumpster diving.
I'm an irresponsible child at the age of 25 to most but I know why I'm like 'this'
I hold no title, I am never the same each day.
I hate: No one and nothing.
I don't believe in hate. I am selfish, suffering and I love, just cold on the outside.
Cold because people are ruthless drones who care nothing about my feelings.
Share your story of yourself, I'm all eyes.
This is why star trek is so fascinating to watch.
Why soap operas bore me.
Everything always feels like a dream and I never feel alive.
This is why I don't drive. I would die in a horrible accident while day dreaming.
These repeating day dreams chain me down until anything around me is background noise.
I'm a huge flaw in this planet. Scabbing over until I'm skin again.
This isn't a poem, it's simplistic and it isn't fancy.
Where ever I go. I'm considered a fuck up even if they don't say it.
Something always rubs me wrong when they tell me to do what they do.
Go to school, be a nurse, you only need two years of college to wipe old people ass.
When I'm alone, I'm always left with questioning myself, doubting. Asking myself if I should
be this stubborn against people who act like they're trying to help. Are they really my enemy?
Just because they're stupid, and they don't question anything. Should I feel sorry?
I have felt sorry, and I have explained how I feel about everything.
They don't listen. They think I'm mean when they're just afraid to come out of their comfort zones.
A zone they've had, like a cushion prison since they were born.
Any time I could go to a friend's house, I would. Because they always had more food than me.
They had a pool, a hot tub, a computer. Something I didn't.
My friends started to think I was using them, calling me poor trash.
Drinking well water and never having juice or soda growing up, or candy.
Unless my parents scored while dumpster diving.
I'm an irresponsible child at the age of 25 to most but I know why I'm like 'this'
I hold no title, I am never the same each day.
I hate: No one and nothing.
I don't believe in hate. I am selfish, suffering and I love, just cold on the outside.
Cold because people are ruthless drones who care nothing about my feelings.
Share your story of yourself, I'm all eyes.