Dear World,

I officially hate you,

creating my existance

while pulling the strings too

blame it all on the past

but the cycle continues

 

Positivity's my helping hand

but I still stumble where my feet land

Creativity too, though brief,

she's a gift, man

yet her fire's burning out

because of your prioritized plans

social media's blooming

so now the flowers droop

technology is invading

our cultural loop

and where my childhood lies

I see it in friends too

gazes succumbed to gravity

faces planted in digital venues

 

And if Depression catches up to me,

will I be saved too?

If my anger goes unanswered, 

can I be the same fool?

If my mentality bursts

should I be fearing the worst?

And whether it be me or you

either way, it still hurts