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
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
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.