i'm tired.
simply fatigued from all these inner complications.
my idealism. rock solid, frozen like ice.
am i unable to melt it, to gain acceptance in this society?
yet questions lurk in the corners of my head.
is this truly what i want to associate myself with?
a society that glitters with glamour, heats with drama,
yet rattles its hollowness.
i then run.
i run away from my own fear,
a fear of unrealistic expectations and unaccomplished ambitions.
what is it that i want? what is it that you want from me?
i eat off your admiration, i breathe from your envy.
i gain power from your incompetence...
i live off of your wish to be me.
i wish you wish to be me.
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