“Cell Number Obsolete”

In this blackness that is my life I strive for perfection.

A defying of my self’s gravity, it goes against my law

To constantly eat this enticing yet poisonous confection

Which has me trapped within its inescapable maw.

My world has pushed this responsibility onto me.

I must not lose, must not fail, in this endless game.

So much like this green gem that tells me to see

What everyone else has and I’m the one to blame

For my lack of happiness.

And so people keep telling me:

“Ah, your gray padded cell named “Obsolete”

Really can kill.

And if you don’t get out soon,

Kill it will.”

Hey there. I’m not in a very good mood right now so I’m just going to say “please review” and have it over with. Yup. Buhbye then.

-QueSeraSera