(This is a mash of two of my favorite songs Apple Dot Com by PinocchioP and Baker by Aimee Carty.)

The world believes that everything is simple, straightforward, easy. Of course, I do not. I follow the rules only because I have to and I know that that is the best choice I can make. There are no superheroes in this world—if there were they’d be corrupted as the rest of us.

Creativity left me a long time ago, maybe when I turned 7. It had to be around that age, that horrible age when the agenda and bricks of society built a wall around me, blocking everything that was once mine.

An apple is red, just as a human is flawed. It doesn’t matter what you act like—you’re still a human.

People follow the next step that the government sets out for us. I do as well. You have to walk to walk or risk being shunned.

I don’t want to be shunned.

The world keeps spinning and spinning and I still can’t seem to catch up. Misinformation, lies, ignorance. Woe is me—self pity won’t get you anywhere.

So I’ll do what you want me to.

I’ve lived this long, and there’s not reason to stop now. I can’t change how I’m living.