You try so hard don’t you, girl?
To be seen and heard by the world
so you don’t have to hear yourself scream
what the fuck does any of this shit really mean
is there even a reason for being
when the balance of existence is a string
and if there isn’t then it seems
doing anything is the wrong thing
to some fucking body, some fucking where
dictating manners to masses easily ensnared
purpose poisoned by fantasies of flair
and how much are you supposed to care
about evolving and yet you do
I secretly hate you from the inside, true
because you try too hard you stupid dying fool.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 