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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