I hate...you.

So...just...bah.

Songs of Life

I can't believe I have wasted almost two years of my life here.

God I hate this place...so much.

Here.

Have a mix tape.

Stupid Little Kid

I am...so tired of being me.
Opening my mouth...giving thoughts and being judged.
Being seen and being processed.
Digitally and otherwise.

Rage, seething rage.
Unexpressed because of this mask.
Childish expressions only
marked in crayon on cardboard,
the removal no simple task.

Such a lonely task,
residing in plastic
and pretending porcelain in my home
fooling everyone
but me.
Carrying my heart in a metal casket
and hoping that the best is yet to come.

Just a little drawing
a few lines for a face
and not much else.
but I pity your sad grin
knowing you know
just as little as I do
and how it's all coming to end.