Just Peachy,

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