Trapped in an prescripted plan
Held back by unwritten rules of the human clan

I wander down the dark alleyways and I hear them whisper
You should do that! You should do this!
You're not a kid anymore stop the whimper!
Forget those foolish naive dreams!

As I get older those whispers get louder
I hear them scream
Go to college! Find a partner! Work from dust till dawn to satisfy the hunger for the papers so intoxicating, so beautifuly green!

But what is this for if it doesn't bring me joy?
What if I don't want to live the same boring life as they all did?
egoistic without purpose so horribly materialistic

No! That is not the path I want to take
I'll rather be broke than fake
I'll rather be single than in the arms of a snake
I'll rather be uncertain than certain about every little detail

Set me free so I can be what I was always destined to be
I'll find real happines for me and I don't need you all to agree

This feeling leaves me lost of my senses, like the sound of rain in a dream.
Loving her makes me feel like I'm lost in a world where everyone wants to be found. An infinitely expanding universe, that I will never fully explore but will never grow weary of.

And missing her is like death in a bottle, that I sip in miniscule doses prescripted by the second.

Your finger twists the typer’s hand to squeeze out of their tongue the many truths

but they keep them in their pockets the prescripted speech that’s someone’s got their interests tied around
Like some money hanging off some pretty lady’s hips who wraps around a pole, that’s what clicks into place like the sound of an old vhs being pushed in and made to play, but you got the wrong tape
it’s a well dressed dude, making you feel bad that you ain’t as solid a consumer
as him
Ka-ching affluence
He’s got all the right signifiers
Ka-ching
like a dog has got the right canine chow and the right collar to tell you someone owns him
because if he owned himself
you know he’d already found his worth

Waking up feeling fresh, pills on the side,
Taking all of my strength not to pop them,
Man, I hope this feeling stays, been to hell and back,
too scared to make plans today,
s.h.i.t, am surprised even if my family and friends, know where I am,
It getting too hard to breathe, too hard to think straight,
with all the stuff running a million miles inside my head,
Scars on my legs and my body, a story of the past,
scars forever to last, sometimes, Maybe I am better dead,
People scream, ******* Open up, Open up Like a book,
Then when I do, they all scream shut the hell up, it all about you,
Stare in the mirror and take a ******* hard look,
Thinking about why do they want me to be open, to close me down,
when all I do is sit and listen and help them,
Am I selfish or am I Narcissistic,
Maybe I need him, Maybe I want to be in him,
Maybe it is hard for me to speak,
Never speaking with anyone who seen him,
Asking and double question myself,
Should I start to redeem stuff I done,
So when I am gone, I can meet him,
Should I believe in God, Should I believe in Lucifer,
Should I believe in Mother Nature,
When I see nothing but hatred and humanity comes the executioner,
Should I become the crucifer, or become more of the newcomer,
Ran away from all the labels and chains they tried to bound me with,
Maybe I wasn't made for the nine to fives or the education system,
Maybe I was too F.u.cked up from the moment I was birthed,
Maybe I was too F.u.cked up to cope or maybe am cursed,
They tell me the drugs I need to stay sane,
sometimes, They refused and make me more insane,
I know they are prescripted but they help better,
Than the self medication drugs of the past,
Where paranoia and voices came way too fast,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that I don't care,
Maybe am too far gone that all the truth stays in sight,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that even the World's lies, flies,
Maybe am too F.u.cked up that everything I read and see,
My mind states the truth,
Maybe my mind makes me an racist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Feminist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Antifeminist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Communist,
Maybe my mind makes me an socialist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Fascist,
Maybe my mind makes me an conversationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an colonizationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an preservationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an conventionalist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Abortionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Antiabortionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Pyschiatrist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Nonpyschiatrist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Intellectualist,
Maybe my mind makes me an experimentalist,
Maybe my mind makes me an obstructionist,
Maybe my mind makes me an segregationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an integrationist,
Maybe my mind makes me an Cooperationist,
Maybe my mind is too f.u.cked that It everything,
Where it see nothing but the both side of each story,
All the lies, all the hate, and all the truth,
Maybe my mind loves to self debate,
Reform and reshaped the views and opinions,
to make others screams and cry like onions,
Maybe Am too mess up to say "I wish",
That I could change and not be who I am,
but then that going against everyone who screams,
Be proud of who you are, stay true to yourself,
Maybe, it those who scream be proud and stay true to yourself,
are those who are way to easy to offend and tick off,
and unable to handle the ******* truth,
unable to handle the honest from those who value,
Demanding and screaming handle because it shallow.