Capetonification

Every day brings a new depression,
Just the medium changes,
A new song,
A new social craze,
A bigger world,
A smaller outlook,
An empty promise of a better today,
Or brighter tomorrow.
It is all fucked.
I am a whore to masses,
Friends surround me,
but they do not know me,
I follow the flow,
And let a corporate pimp push his shit on me,
The mentality of the world is showcased by the lack of imagination in the words we read,
The images we see,
The sounds we hear.
Illusions shatter like glass and we are force fed the shards of truth.
It hurts.
It hurts in all the right ways.
I like the people around me,
Less,
And less,
And less.
They reveal their flaws and the golden memory of friendship and love slowly erode.
Is this right?
I shrug and commit Acceptance,
Lie to them,
Deceive myself,
One more trick to make it through the day.
But in the most basic confines of my mind,
I know that it is just one more compromise.
It burns my guts.
Guilt sets in like cancer,
And it grows with every faked smile,
Insincere gesture,
Selfless vanity
And feigned interest.

Fuck you.

Leave me alone.
I hate this life.
I pretend to care,
but I don't.
I act my part,
Supply gratification in performing to expectations.
Like Viagra,
A quick fix.
I'm just another fucking puppet.
A god-forsaken Pussy.
Better to compromise,
Be liked,
Than be truthful,
And shunned.
But I could be more.
Truth.
For me.
I want out.
But not the permanent release of death.
I want to say goodbye.
Leave them behind.
A fear with the intensity of survival grips my heart.
It's just another journey,
right?