Losing myself into this world

People surround me

They make these noises

voices making holes in the expectation of perfection

poking fun at the status quo.

I search for answers

I search for

SOMETHING.

ANYTHING.

But here I am.

Wandering aimlessly with thoughts breaking my mind open

ink flowing through my veins and through my fingers

as I dig holes into this phony expectation of perfection

my thoughts

cries

dreams

WORDS

spin into space as there is no level of perfection

every damn teenager in the world has burst through the bounds

screwed perfection, and gone for reality.