Confession

This is what I stated it as... a confession.

Note of warning: This isn't directed to anyone here at DP. This is more or less directed at the assholes I see everyday where I live, work and go to school at.

- I have to get this off my chest -

I can't stand the world for what it has become. Nobody cares about nothing, nothing at all. Their stupid repetition childish games are nothing more than attention getters. I can't stand it, it makes me sick.

I [-HATE-] people. I hate all their bullshit and half-baked lies. I hate how they gotta change everything to FIT them. But not me. I refuse to change to adept to this shit. For this crime, my punishment was to be left stranded.

I am hated for lord knows what reason. I'm fucking blind in my left eye but I dont make a big deal out of it. Should I make a big deal? Would that make me popular? Society can kiss my ass. I'm a modest person, I don't dress like a scimppy bitch. I don't do blonde or straight hair. I'll be damn if I try again with another guy. Its either 'uh' or 'come on baby fuck me.' Fuck you! There is no comfort in a plastic man. I'd rather kiss a corpse.

Someone keeps pulling at my strings, they think I'm a fucking puppet.
Do I have porcelain face? Do I stare blankly ahead never responding? Do I have an expression on my glass face that says Fuck with me I will take it?

And for all this, I still stand up on my own. I fight them as much as I can. Every frigging day. Its tiring and boring. Its amazing that I dont give up.

After all I've been through, I don't publicize and make a big mess...
I vent my feelings through my poetry that I've kept repressed.

So as I sit here and write this I wonder why I put up with shit to begin with and why am I pissed about it now.

I think its because I finally found my place. I love it here.

I can't write anymore... I'm done for a long while.