It’s really never ending

No one knows why I open my mouth

I was forced to silence before

When my mind broke

Hadn’t made a noise in days

No one would believe the circumstances that brought my voice out again

I didn’t want to live what my mind thought was destiny

What a mind this is

Could probably write a few thousand books out of my experiences alone

I could never be as cruel as reality though

Just don’t speak

Your thoughts aren’t wanted

And in moments of self defense I am not me

How I can take responsibility for things he said?

I don’t know

I do but it’s difficult

Taking responsibility for a different person

I don’t try to take back words I said

But what to do about the feeling

The repercussions of words always meant to be kind

But my insides are so different than theirs

This transhumanity or parahumanity

Whatever it is I’m experiencing

Whatever it is I’m experiencing

This celestial trans para existence

Is it really okay?

Just to exist like this

All too much and not enough at the same time

Pumped full of problems no one wants to fix

What does it mean to want something from this world?

求める

I want one thing from this world

Peace

But they can’t figure that out when the entire world is focused on profit

I gave up wanting when I was told none of my wishes will come true

What even am I?

That one time the alien was actually a human not in disguise but in shape

And all them afraid of invaders from space

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