Plate Tectonics

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Had to steal a minute just to get some time to myself

Just need to breath and let myself adjust to the pressure

Everything is so hectic and rushed in the morning

It takes me at least an hour to catch up

I'm so tired of feeling like this

Thirty four years

And still such a rotten existence

It's never gone away

There was no truth to be found

It's all just empty space

I'm forced into slave labor

With morons who can barely tie their shoes

Dead eyes and drunken hearts

Anger you can smell in the air

But they all want to be your friend

Keep your enemies close, they say

I don't want to know any of these people

The more I learn about them

The more disgusted I feel

Learning where the bad in them

Finally reared its head, in their lives

Where being a louse had overstayed it's comfort

And real life showed up

The way they handled it

Or let it mangle them

Is where the lines are drawn

Worthless flesh on bones

Dry rot and hollow through

Your lives and watching you live them

Are the cause for my stomach pains

Are the reason I cringe to get out of bed in the morning

All these years later

I still feel so trapped