do you ever have the urge to tell someone to shut up even when they aren’t talking
I want to scream at everyone who has put me down and made me second guess myself and who has gone behind my back and fuck you for all the negativity you’ve brought upon me fuck you
The same backwards and forwards
How predictable, how naive
But with more surprises
Than the expected could believe
With brightness to blink and questions to over think,
The extraordinary could never perceive
Repeatedly read as not yet bloomed
Constantly considered by an empty room
Always taking action, yet never assumed
Even when I’m bright enough for all to see
So I pose the question, why not me?
My road is not the main
So why expect the main stream?
Well with all I break and all I scream,
I’d assume I’m not the same
Sure, my dress drags and rips like my best written papers
And all of importance is held off for later
And I stand behind and never belong
Through every annoying and meaningless song
Even when you all think my answers are wrong
The high road is mine and I’m satisfied inclining
But the view from the clouds is not yet satisfying
Should I shoot for the stars?
I’m still deciding
Enjoy eating dirt you land loving losers
Take my laugh as each storm of thunder
I still plan, and I still wonder
Do I understand,
Or do I stand under?
Music doesn’t exist physically. Yet it commands every facet of my personality and it has the power to command people how to feel (…) I just find that so fascinating. So fascinating