about feeling that i'm both full of things to say, anger to express, but simultaneously feeling shallow and hollow. other people make me feel confined and isolated, but i still seek them out because of that hollow feeling, but then i feel confined and isolated by their actions and my reactions again. also you kind of have to keep quiet while you're changing and growing as a person, so you end up collapsing in on yourself again and again bc of the constant pressure. written to get over a brief writer's block.
all the words just keep me on edge now
it's always the real shit that you can't talk about
feel so inferior, my interior's giving out
they only want to talk about their things
white tv shows with supernatural enemies
but at the same time, they're virtue signaling
and playing kendrick lamar while sympathizing with nazis
it makes me wonder why i'm even here
makes me feel shallow, yet i'm still drowning in the mirror
keep staring harder but nothing gets clearer
convinced that everyone and everything will disappoint me
pitying myself because no one will save me
maybe it's better that i learn these lessons now
stop pursuing friendships, relationships
focus on making this worthwhile
this blip in time, one storyline in a universe of chance and entropy
i can survive alone, i can survive giving up things
memories, ideas, family, friends, means to an end
i can start again with the remnants
but for now, there's a hole in my ceiling and a pit in my chest
and all the words just keep me on edge now
there is nothing that i can talk about