But I don’t play her games, so it’s fine
My best friend never stops whining
But I don’t listen to him, so it’s fine
I switch myself off
Lock the door of my reality
Guess I’m antisocial
Though it’s saving my mentality
And I could try to change
But I won’t
My parents are authoritarian shitheads
But I don’t follow rules, so it’s fine
My poems don’t make sense to readers
But I don’t write for them, so it’s fine
I switch myself off
Lock the door of my reality
Guess I’m antisocial
Though it’s saving my mentality
And I could try to change
But I won’t
Each time I check the guestbook to find no new messages, a fragment of my motivation dies.
