Elucidating Questions

“Making generalizations is fine

When we do it

Because we know better than you”

Because you’re smarter?

What exactly makes you superior?

And struggling with my little bits that I already hate

That I already know are wrong because I wear symptoms like accessories

But no, they’re, in fact, worse than wrong

Why is it okay to paint everyone with the same brush?

Any everyone

Wrong wrong wrong they told me all my life

Stereotypes

Caricatures

Everywhere

Gross

I heard the few calls not to do it

Apparently everyone else did not

You can’t know everything about any “group” of people

Doesn’t matter how bad they are

Humans are not conglomerous

And even if similarities between individuals exist

There’s still enough about them to be their own thing

I highly doubt anyone, even an autistic person who completes the exact same tasks every day can be boiled down to hype words

It’s the same thing that disarms me every time a breach the barriers of communication

In fact it’s that same thing that makes humans so terrifying

The face you see

The face inside

The face they show only the gods and the spirits

It can all be working separated from one another

Intricate tapestries, these humans

Tapestries they all be

But can you generalise a tapestry?

Oh yes it has your general tapestry stuff

Childhood, adulthood, love, pain, strife, joy

But once you get down to the colours they’re all different

How do you say one’s attributes belong to something or something else?

Messy bits may be messy

You can’t say all messiness is something

Is caused by the same things

And I’m so sick of superiority

Oh we’re the best because we happened to be born here instead of there

With this skin colour instead of that one

Because we claim ownership of this land we actually cannot own because the Earth wasn’t selling it

Carving up her body like prized meat and announcing one cut is better than the others

Can you all just fucking shut up your delusion for one god damn moment and realise we are on a fancy dirt rock in space

There’s plenty here to take care of each of us, more room than we could ever ask for, and the weather (used to) generally doesn’t want to kill us!

But you’re all fucking standing here fighting over who’s more special

Considering none of you can see the perfection of this space and the beauty of her creatures I’m pretty sure you’re the wrong kind of special

You’re the kind of special like a deadly disease that wipes out a species

I’m starting to wonder if humanity wasn’t the Earth’s suicide

Maybe we are supposed to tear each other and her apart over superficial bullshit

I wish we were here to love her, and show her why she should shine in space for millennia more

You’re in my head suddenly

What are you doing there?

I don’t even know the words to the song in my head

Just the cadence of your voice

Muffled words that fit the rhythm but have no meaning

Strangers, start to finish

Not even an honourable mention

Thought I’d banned you from this space

What are you doing?

Leaking into between my ears in remembered pieces

Slowly reforming into the sound of you

I was reaching for a different sound, I swear

I dare not even trod into the tune of yesterday

My principals have separated me from music

The tune I hear is out of reach

Casual theft, perhaps?

Haven’t done that in a while

Your honour I had no choice because Spotify has no honour.

It’s okay my dear sister got these for me

It’s funny because I see nothing

Nothing but ruin and the disappointment of the gods

And it’s half crazy, because around me is a functioning heh

On the surface

City

Your voice is still

It’s still everything

How unfair

I live like the future is now

But no one else around me is reacting to the carnage

But to them it’s business as usual

It took nothing to see the underbelly

No effort

But they walk around oblivious

And I’m just stuck to dreaming

There’s so much more there

Even without remembering I know

But the phantom

Even without remembering I know he held on to me

It’s so much more than being awake

I thought I got out too

What the hell am I doing here?

My heart ever the lyre

Playing me melodies

I know this is as good as it’s going to get for me

Frankly, you’re not allowed here

Into my mind like a light

How dare you still be light

I don’t want to be mad that you exist

You walking beacon of everything I disagree with on this planet

Excess for excess sake singing about nothing like the hook

It’s really not worth it, the up and then the down

I’d rather be sold something by someone who is open that they’re selling me something

Music has become complacency with a rhythm

Nothing means anything

I’d rather the truth

What to do when dreaming is all that’s really left? I’ll live another day for one more dream of you

The imaginary warmth is less cold than nothing

I don’t know what to write

I feel like my story is done

No more work

No more love interests

No more believing in the better good of the world

Who wants to hear from me every day that I’m just in pain and coasting?

Like shit sucks, stuffs getting worse, everyone is asking “what will someone do” and not “what can I do”

And it almost feels like another cosmic joke

The hell I would be starting if I wasn’t glued to my chair

(my new chair by the way my go fund me actually worked and I’m astonished and so grateful)

Tiny lights in a cosmos of darkness

It’s hard to be excited over something as mundane as a new chair when the world is in chaos.

It’s all one big right wing silent coup

There is no left

There’s the alt right, the right, and the right of centre

People still think that their representatives are going to save them

It’s sad that this now applies to my country too

I really wish the US had kept its swamp to itself

It’s sad that lives hang in the balance and no one cares about them

I want to wake up in a world where no person who wants others to suffer for their benefit ever smiled again

I’d take one for the team to see it happen

It would have to backfire like that

Truly it is those without a voice who should lead us forward

I’m well aware I’m stained beyond repair

But I know there are those who bleed love for this world

I wish they could wake up tomorrow in a kinder world than the one they fell asleep to

I know the difference in my politics and those who disagree is that I want care for all and they want to revel in the pain of others

They want to benefit in some way from someone being beneath them

I wish I was still able to hope for a world where even those who exploit could see happiness

I have been dirtied by the mud that is humanity

I don’t know how to be a good person

I’m struggling so much just too survive

I don’t even know who I am

Who I want to be

I dare not imagine a me

Better than now

Because no matter how much I try I’m just back at square one

I hate board games

And how am I supposed to put out good things?

I have no love to croon about to pasteurize the populace

No wholesome relationships to tell about

Every task feels like a cruelty

Like why am I being asked to blindly believe in good and positive things when my environment is not what I wanted, asked for, or need?

When I have no employment to keep me entertained?

When nothing is what I meant and everything is just me not understanding how I’m supposed to be

Never right enough

Or just wrong

I feel like I already screwed up so much in my life

But it was always me being forced to take on environments that I couldn’t handle or didn’t want

Why am I supposed to blame a child who didn’t understand what I do now for not being told how to do things properly

Failure thrown in my face daily for it

I don’t know why for me everything is a choice but other people get to behave however they want

I just want to be somewhere I’m safe

I don’t know why I’m being expected to learn to love a world that doesn’t love me

In the moments I did love everyone and everything I was so bitterly alone it’s comical

It feels like everything around me got to traumatise me into this person

When the little voice inside just wants peace

Do I keep pretending that it’s fair to demand positivity from me when I’ve seen so much negative

This time last year I believed I deserved as much as anyone else.

Now I don’t

And I’m angry about it

And it’s overflowing into my life

I don’t want the rage

I want to be free

I wish I could make words say what I want them to say

They always take shape into something else in the minds of others

If I could just be to the point

If what I said could matter

I’m terrified

Terrified words will be my undoing

When at my core I just want there to be less anger around

I tend to inspire it in people

I don’t want violence to be an answer for anything and yet

I have moments when I forget it

I should be trying to put what I want into the world

You make it so hard though

You really do

Peace, comfort, and happiness

Three things I don’t even know if I believe in anymore

And words are so dangerous

They tell people what you’re thinking

And I’m sorry I can’t be a person who thinks one thing and says another

The reality of how many people can is what terrifies me so much

How am I supposed to feel safe in a world of people who can kill second-hand and not feel guilt?

And battling with myself and what humanity is

Every being deserving of life

Let’s not care instead

You never know the circumstances anyways

Nothing is what it seems to be

Except me and no one will accept me as such

I don’t know how to walk this world with words that could mean death

Too much free will

Why can’t you trust anyone to not kill?

I wish it was possible for me to know the horrors of this world and still be kind

I wish I could turn the rage in my stomach to something productive to make changes

Instead of lying like a lost sickly wife of some aristocrat

Except now I wonder if it wasn’t the weight of the world that bound them as well

Maybe all those tales of ladies by the shore

Maybe they were what this looked like before

And, naturally, we paint them in a light of weakness

Not in one of disability

These crossed wires of pain

I’ve felt pain

I don’t wish it on any other

Unless I’m trapped in a moment of rage

And then all bets and humanity are out the window

I made up a fun crashed idiom last night

Wanting to add your two cents to the fire

Isn’t that what the internet is like?

No matter what it is

They all just want to add their two cents to the fire

I wish there didn’t have to be a fire

I wish change didn’t take violence

That we could all be taught to value one another

It’s so hard when you see reality though

The truths of what human beings enjoy doing to each other

I wish there wasn’t so much rage weighing this planet down

It’s a wonder she moves through space

Love should have been taught first

And I don’t understand why anyone wants to continue the survival game we’re all stuck in

Acting like amassing coin and not helping others is okay

I’m so confused it enrages me further

This world terrifies me

I’m not even sure I could go out and feel safe anywhere

Life is so hard and so many people are dead set on making it harder

I wish I could be kind in the face of all of that

I wish I had the capacity to maintain my humanity

I’m terrified of this place

Fear and rage are twins