I am indignant and inquisitive
I wonder about my purpose in life
I hear the humming of the fan in the stillness of the night
I see an unfamiliar reflection
I want to indulge in the pleasures of life
I am indignant and inquisitive
I pretend to have confidence
I feel alone in a room full of familiar faces
I touch tinted gold raised squares on a machine
I worry my prime is fleeting
I cry for my hollow soul
I am indignant and inquisitive
I understand the contingency of life
I sayβ¦ βmind over matterβ
I dream about freedom and comfort
I try not to be an inverted narcissist
I hope to master my melancholy
I will push through my imperfections
I am indignant and inquisitive



















