And i wish for little more

Wondering when time will catch up with me

Rumours

Weight pressing down on hollowed chest

Eating at the breaking heart

Stories told as gospel

Passed like it is theirs to tell

Truth eroded, no semblance present

Fiction spread like fact, as falsity is more fitting

Alone and destroyed by halves

Never whole again

Broken

Empty

Not better, just fresh

Drop your current toy

Because new is always best

You remove all your roots

Tear up your foundation

And when it doesnt work out the way you hoped

Finding yourself out in the dark

I pour in my energy, yet I go unheard

I give my thought, effort and time

Hoping you'd meet half way

But I get silence

So i give you no more and it feels sublime.

Marketed by corporates for profit

Like some revenue boosting strategy

Rights are a fallacy

Water and food are for privatisation

Corporate stare filled with apathy

Education is a fallacy

Born and indoctrinated to serve not live

Taught submission over sense, absently

Its all a fallacy

So wake it up

Shake it up

Fight for your life

And step it up

Speak your mind and make it heard

From the chest, real strong not slurred

For you, the children, and the next generation

Stop rolling over and accepting degradation

I dont need people to like me, to want me, to find me enjoyable.. I am happy by myself, writing and building for me to help myself.. But by the same token, I need to be told im doing enough, what I put into the world is good, and that I am wanted.

This duality is taxing on my mental health, and tiresome on my nervous system. I put my musing and words up here for me, so why should I care what anonymous folk ive never met think.. yet im so critical of it.