Analogy after analogy
I simply can’t stop contemplating all this misogyny
It’s true, I barely care about social issues
I maintain myself informed, but don’t bother to take action of all this horrid porn
That is the media
I don’t care
Let the people rot away
It’s too bad people don’t care enough to try
But who am I?
I can’t judge, I can’t say
All I can do is dream that someday, a utopian future will be on its way
Again, I don’t care
I’m not fine
My mind is slime, black sticky slime
The kind that clings on and leaves you with sticky hands and a frustrated mind
I pretend all the time, I act fine
No one knows what I feel inside
I sit back and let the slideshow of life pass by
Years pass, decades even
I’m older now, wiser, a free spirit
Hormones controlled and a stable home
A home of solitude; bliss
I’m all alone
I’m out of control
I can’t bear my mind, there is a monster inside
The black slime has taken over, it’s on all sides
I haven’t taken charge and acted upon the injustice cards
Crime here, murder there
I’m deaf and blind to the crime that is this life
Ignorance should be my bliss, but it isn’t
I know what’s happening
I know the world is spinning out of control
I don’t care, i’ve pulled out my hair
I’m lost
People come by, not friends
When they ask how am I
I’ll act cheeky and reply
Oh, i’m just peachy