I hate witnessing people cry
you stand there wondering
is their privacy worth more
than any assistance I could offer?
is their pride?
I think it's sad to live in a world
where people feel compelled
to cry alone
i wish I knew how to help
but I don't trust myself with fragile things
silence & promises
hopes & dreams
I stumble over my words
over my ego
I look back to the past
and forget to look forward
and inevitably
I say something stupid
and inevitably,
I trip myself up
resigning doesn't make me any less accountable for the consequences of my failure
I might not be innately inclined for social function,
but that doesn't mean I shouldn't attempt to do better
Working towards collective benefit doesn't mean
culling weakness
but working for collective growth
society tells us
we're not worth anything
if you don't have money
if you don't conform
you die
but
it's not personal
it's just the coldness of a robocall
industry dressed in a skinsuit
all airbrushed into Impossible Projections of Perfection
produced on an assembly line
A trojan horse into the collective conscience
lost in this Sea of Simulacra
Reality escapes me
what is real? What is real?
I am always
Gnawing at my skin
trying to get out!!!!!
they have trapped me in here but I am trying to get out!!!!!!
 taxidermy jesus · Thu Nov 12, 2020 @ 11:02am · 0 Comments |
