Why Do I?

Why do I not know who I am?

Why am I not myself?


I wish I could do something right, and have no strings attached.

It'll never happen.


Right and wrong are a matter of choice, and therefore are negated.

I wish some one gave a fuck.

Every one has the power to change the world, except they can't find it in themselves.


If I had a choice, I'd let this world end: by natural causes.

That is one thing I am certain of.


I have seen enough pain and suffering.

I have witnessed shame and I have experienced self-sacrifice.


The only thing that comes to my mind:

Is that my mind is gone.


If yours is too, then that is a good sign.



~theMuzzl3

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