The Guy At The End

We have ruined almost every issue on the face of the planet.

We have so many people taking aggressive stances on social rights, but for something like climate change? “Nah that doesn’t effect me, but what does, is whether someone I’ve never met is defining themselves as male/female/neutral on their passport.” Seems to be a very big theme.

I believe it’s important to have a stance on a subject, but if you’re going to take a stance, let it be a reasonable one, discourse is vital in a democracy, but to quote one of the many Facebook comments I have seen on the subject of gender neutrality, “your a man or woman, what ur born with, end of.” is not a valid argument. I completely understand that some of these subjects are alien to you, but if you don’t understand them, find someone who is open to talking about it who identifies as gender neutral and just ask them what it is and why they identify that way. If you find yourself still not agreeing with their life choices, you know what, that’s fine, at least you tried, but just don’t try and make life more difficult for people, to quote one of David Mitchell’s characters from The Mitchell and Webb Look “The thing about the gays is, they won’t just come up and do it to you.” And that goes for most things you don’t want to be a member of. Except for the gas and electric salespeople in the town centre, there is no stopping them.

Don’t get me wrong, I believe the social left movement are at fault too.

Education in social construct matters are exceptionally important. However I’ve seen far too many liberal minded people opting for harassing as a first method rather than asking them why they disagree with their views, people being called thick on social media because they don’t understand the LGBTQ+ movement is still wrong. If I met Chris Hatfield, and he called me thick because I didn’t understand exactly how a rocket works other than the fact it goes up very far, and he called me thick, I would be far less inclined to go out and learn about rockets as it would just leave a sour taste in my mouth about it all.

The Right and Left wing divide? That’s a shambles, let’s face it, no one actually got what they were voting for, most of the “remoaners” would love it if Brexit actually ended up being beneficial to the country and didn’t make us xenophobic, or leave us with a huge shortage of low (ha!) skilled workers. A large reason for the combat against Brexit, was that almost every claim that was made, could not be backed up with evidence, or was proved time and time again that the composers of this, weren’t changing their mind every second on what Brexit meant, but Brexit means Brexit. Yes and stealing means stealing but there is a difference between taking a loaf of bread to feed your family, and stealing 350 million that COULD go to the NHS.

Look, even the guy who sits in No. 10 has been a eurosceptic for years, has spent a decade trying to decide for himself whether to leave or remain and saw good and bad points in both. It just so happened that one side presented better career prospects. And yes, we have had a democratic vote, however littered with falsehoods it may have been, and with insufficient evidence for claims, as much as it can be beyond irritating to keep the discussion going, you don’t just have a vote and then lie back and accept everything that’s happening, and that’s aimed to both sides, and please, if someone can lay out clearly for me what Brexit actually means now, tell me, for the love of God tell me, and if anyone says it puts Britain first, just look at what it’s doing to Northern Ireland, because Britain, isn’t just England.

You can view these topics as either an attack on no one, or an attack of everyone, because we are all wrong in someone else’s eyes.

I think I’m ready to find,

The love of my life,

Someone honest and kind,

A wit sharper than a knife.

For a person with severe depression,

The concept of being a real human being,

Has become an obsession,

A road I’ve been prevented from seeing.

I’ve done to the work to myself,

As much as I could,

I’ve pushed the limits of my mental health,

Just to think like a normal person should.

To find someone good, and live in unison,

My original music, about having an overdose

You little shit.

I’m angry

Grouchy

Pessimistic

Sarcastic

Bitter

Morbid

Chaotic

Yet

Lazy

Miserable

Realistic

And you are the only person

Annoyingly, I take offence to the term “snowflake”

I will not disguise my left-wing stance,

Nor will I appease you for your sake,

But neither will I act out of misguided benevolence,

I hate political correctness,

Which is hard to say as it’s being confused with being a fucking decent human being,

And I love the idea of mindfulness and wellness,

I would love to home those refugees we see fleeing.

I am not a snowflake.

Because there are thousands just like me,

A youth educated and unguided the world did make,

Working jobs, countless debt, to get their degree.

We need labourers and musicians, electricians and actors.

The Left needed to push harder than before.

But these differences in personality are inconsequential factors.

Because when the Right hits back, we have seen what’s in store.

I am on board with people’s right to define themselves whatever they like,

It literally holds no effect on me,

My friend michaela now prefers mike,

Go for it, Mike, be and let be.

But tell me I’m a fucking snowflake,

For opposing the views of the D.U.P.

Or taking the piss out of a snowflake,

For wanting the NHS to be free,

The Right has an army,

To oppress the views of the Left,

By telling us we are all soft, peace living hippies, hardly.

Some days,

You may fall and you may sprain your ankle,

But one day,

I’ve just gotten home,

We stayed out till the sun rose,

Sat in a park that is very well known,

The lights turned off and watched every bar close.

The hue of pink brushed the sky,

Lying down, a head on my chest,

In the blink of time of the night’s eye,

The blades of grass, our bed of rest.

I didn’t know these people a year ago,

I didn’t know these streets or this city,

Myself, a broken human with my baggage in tow,

Could witness a sunrise in a park, a sight so pretty.

I remember laughing so hard I could cry,

I feel more complete, no ends left to tie,

All it took was one sunrise to make me see why,

I remember you,

Your footprint still on my heart,

I walk a line, between not caring about what

The world thinks of me,

And caring very greatly about

How the world sees me.

A shell, a soul, in tandem, parallel.

Why is it

That when you feel dead inside

You are only attracted to those

We all know,

It can be a dick sometimes,

I think of roses,

When the world is grey,

Their sweet smell in people’s noses,

On a cloudy day.

Beauty is fragile and can be lost,

It’s gives purpose to the thorns,

Beauty in itself has a cost,

A lot of dedication for people to brighten their lawns.

The petals and thorns, delicate, serrated,

Surrounded by spikes,

In human nature, this is easily related,

Despite all of our concerns and gripes.

We surround ourselves with barbs,

To preserve our beauty,

Thicker skin, thicker garbs,

Passions give way to severity.

I fear my rose has wilted,

As each of my petals falls,

My thorns didn’t help, it still tilted.

I’m not here for friends,

Nor my popularity,

This already sounds holier than thou

It’s just not part of my natural chemistry

I use it as an outlet

For a stream of unabridged creativity

I have to let it out,

For a fear it will one day consume me

When I have kids,

I want to give them everything I didn’t have,

A stable home,

Family meals,

And teach them a musical instrument

Another language

The important of science

An understanding of maths

And an appreciation of poetry and novels.

And I will then build their character

By waiting they are about 11

I will mix it up completely