Pitty we can't think for ourselves
no one wiser than the voices in our heads.
Drs appointments "fix us" and place us on meds.
The clothes we wair. fuck that!
The music we love...fuck that!
living to someone else's standards is who we've become. shattered existance till even ourselves become the conundrum..
should I...
Could I...
may I...
if I...
I say fuck that.
fuck having to wair a sign saying I don't know who I am. That is the death of the great wisdom of Sam I Am.
©crash33
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