writing the same thoughts every day does nothing.
you actively do nothing,
make the choice to leave me with nothing.

your reason is your ego:
i am wandering, i am wavering,
i am young, sweet, and capable of deception.

late night tv does nothing.
other peoples' voices can't drown mine,
and i am shouting for attention.

your silence is not redemptive!
i am climbing walls to find a higher truth,
and you leave me lacking.


"your success as an underachiever, an unrealistic dreamer, was draining on society; doesn't it seem you're out of place? is it your dream that has you in doubt, does it hurt too much to even think about, how your ideals have been misplaced along the way? is it your dream that has you in doubt, does it hurt too much to even think about, how all that's right has been replaced along the way?" --the profits