Flossing is so violent
Little hard string between your gums
It squeezes where it shouldn’t be
To force things out that I put in me
To make me look nice
To make me strong
To protect my teeth
I hate it
It’s an extra step in my day
An extra step I wouldn’t take
If I wasn’t screamed at to do the right thing
I’m annoyed
By all the right things I have to do,
I have to lead with love
Never anger, never violence
Love my enemies
Beat them with knowledge
Pacify them with silence
Be skinny
(I couldn’t wait to complain about that one again)
That’s the one I hold onto
Because that’s the one I may never win
I have to be smart
But never smart enough to make a difference
Just smart enough to learn from others
Smart enough to run from the kitchen
In every way,
That **** kitchen is my enemy
It’s the starting place of all the revolution within me  
I could eat
But not too much
I still have to eat
At least it helps me eat clean
another way to purify my body
I have to be a good cook
It’s a survival skill
Why the **** does it seem like everyone’s preparing for the apocalypse?
Survival of the fit
Maybe Darwin was right
Maybe that’s why everyone is obsessed with discipline
In being put together
Maybe that’s why it’s the standard that we judge each other
Who, on Earth, is keeping it together?
Maybe that’s why people pick apart, pry, and pull at their skin
Maybe that’s the thing
Yeah, that’s the thing
That helps them survive this
It’s not an apocalypse, with zombies and robots
Life is the apocalypse
It’s psychological warfare
For our attention
Our hearts
Our care
Everybody’s shaped by the news they couldn’t bear
Life is rough and beautiful and full of contradictions
Everyone knows it *****
People only look content with it
It’s a mask they wear
Until they can’t take it anymore
People try to be kind
I respect that the most
It’s easy to be cruel when your heart is burned to black
It’s harder to walk around with the ashes and  pretend you got it back
When everybody’s plugged in
Everybody’s losing their mind
And here I am, silly just trying to get a grip on mine
I hate the apps
All of them
It feels like we’re puppets on a string
Free thinking has been corrupted
It just means being a ****
And they know that too
They know you before you get to know you
It’s so **** frustrating
I try not to be angry
I spent life angry at people in silence
Wanting earth to blow up
Wanting it all to just be quiet
But I love human beings
Even when they tell me I need a hobby
Go outside, go touch grass
I can do that for days on end
Doing things doesn’t make the world feel less flat?
This false sense of community we’ve created
This more important society online that we curated
It’s inescapable
You can leave
But what about everyone else?
They say you need community
How?
When I also want to isolate myself
When I don’t want to opt into all the games
All the rules made up, so lame
From dating to culture
To politics to philosophy
And we demonize drugs and alcohol,
Sedation doesn’t seem that crazy to me
I hate it all
It’s all just a bunch of little religions
But these are the things we connect on
And ******, I admit I want connection
I’m in the middle and I’m idle
I’m frozen in this state
Nothing makes sense
And yet it all seems perfectly placed
It’s not all by design
Contrary to belief
That Jesus told us this would happen
He just told us humans are a self-fulfilling prophecy
We teach our kids to carry on our sin
Of course the elites think we need them to jump in
Of course they think we need to be saved from our own creation of chaos
We need order
This is the sacrifice for peace
Never mind people still dying in the streets
Hungry
Homeless
Cold
And full of despair
We feed people in the middle east
And yes they deserve to eat
But we don’t even make eye contact with our neighbors
Or the homeless man down the street
That’s the chaos
That’s the byproduct of sin
Of not trying to do better
Of neverending wars between men
But we love it anyway
And we sin anyway
It’s expected
We blame everyone but ourselves
It’s our humanity we’ve neglected
We think it’s found in all these things that don’t matter
I feel so bad for everyone
I feel bad for myself
We’re all just trying to do the right thing
Even it’s wrong
They say to stop trying is weak OR it could be the key to freedom
We’ll keep debating it all
On our way back to Eden