Where did it all go wrong, so quickly?
The mad scramble to be noticed
and the edge of the cliff
That no one sees until
They fall over it into the abyss
The cost doesn’t matter
We just want to be on the front of a perfume bottle
We want to see an M after 100
We to be seen that others can see us
We want to be trendy freaks
Shameless is something that only old people feel
We are young and wild and free until we realise that reality
In its cold arbitration,
Does not care about what you think you are
I’ve done nothing to deserve anything in my life
I shouldn’t be here
No one wants me
I don’t want myself
My words are meaningless
Less important than the other guy
I’m just taking up space
It’s all competition still
No matter what you say
I’m not cool or interesting or freaky enough
I don’t have dreads or tattoos
I don’t know where the good weed is
Or where to get coke or acid
I should right? Isn’t that what makes
A person interesting?
Where the substances are?
Am I in the wrong era?
Should I be a dad with a 9-5 job that you laugh at?
I’m the last guy picked on the football side
I feel like a failure
Praying for the ground to swallow me whole
The lights to disappear from my face
The noise to crumble
The feel of love to pass me by once more
It must be the loop I am doomed to repeat
Or a penance of a failed life
See!
This is what comes from inaction
And I’ll weep once more
At the cruel joke that is my life
They will fall indifferently
Turn away like the rest
I am not meant for this world
For the world is not meant for me
About the Creator
Nicholas Anthony
Writer and nascent film-maker. I work under my Oraculum Films banner.
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