waking up lonely
frustrated
having so much to say
knowing so much
feeling stuck
powerless
uneducated
insignificant
lost
i tell myself frequently that
it is all my choice
staying me or changing
yet lately
i am beginning to believe
that too much is out of my control
that
even if i choose wisest
the collective pain of man’s gluttony
will never cease
and not many seem to care
this loneliness is an anvil on
the same soul i try to keep so optimistic
so naive
then i suppose these thoughts
in and of themselves
are also choices…
concluding to
choose to feel pain
choose to conform
choose to rebel
or
choose nothing
af
(written in little notebook)
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