I, Purge
By: Tyler Ross
I’m vulnerable.
I leap.
My feelings seep.
They can make me weak.
Misinterpreted by hypocritical ears.
They aren’t my friends.
We play “just pretend”
socially on the net to no end.
No need to extend
since they refuse my hand
and try to make an effort.
I bite my tongue
meet teeth to teeth
to refrain from sinking deep
or losing any sleep.
Its no use.
No peace, no truce.
The world’s fucked and lost its juice.
What’s the use?
Amongst judgmental beings
stained with their shifty in betweens.
Nothing is good enough.
But everything can be seen.
No attention can be held.
Distractions always felt.
I blame me for even bothering
now its fucking with my health.
I’ll walk away
before I decay
and compromise my sanity.
Too much vanity,
ego driven fantasy
you’re all so dead.
Six feet under me
living off all this insanity.
