Mass Sterility

Wrote w/o stopping or revising. i was sick of not having time for anything important to me

I can’t take the stagnant repetitive nonsense
Of accomplishing nothing, but doing so much
My mind is weary of just being beaten
By absence of substance

The soap dish of individual and creative thinking
Is being dissolved by just doing the same thing
And going down the drain

I can’t take it all
It all seems so hopeless
My time being wasted
I was to caught up to notice
In the moment when I was just so content
I quickly realized that everything’s bullshit

And I’m all there is, but I wrestle with emotions
Of wanting to belong and for people to notice
That I’m not just what I put on the surface
Or maybe that’s just it and I’m no more special
Than the people that I hate, walking through my school
Or shop at the supermarkatos for comfort
That everything’s orderly and they know where to find it

But I’m not looking for a product or compliment
Of lives so flat with nothing to offer me
And dangerous my thinking I hope to always me
And threaten the concept of mass sterility of mind