I am losing my grip on reality

Everything is a

Lie

But every lie is based in

Truth

And every truth is made from

Reality

Now reality is

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Keep walking

Almost at the bus stop

Wait.

You don’t take the bus

You’ve never taken the bus before

WHERE AM-

“Where’s your mind?”

Your mother asks you

On the way to school

You’ve been listening to something

It’s not the noise blaring through your ear buds

You’ve been listening to something

That you can only hear when the world is drowned out

In school you stare at the classroom walls

Can’t focus

Losing her grip

Not putting in the best effort

Trying not to ignore her best friend

But the anxiety she feels when she sees her

Chokes out any words she might want to say

Paper is littered on the ground

The kids are in a rebellion

Anxiety’s chokehold

Doesn’t compare

To every billionaire’s chokehold

On my country

But the country has split

All the kids are spent

Still walking

It’s nighttime now

How did it become night?

You were just in first period

Weren’t you?

You are good at everything you do

But you can’t find the motivation to

Do it.

REMEMBER CANT YOU-

Shit

You started walking

With no end in sight

No idea where you were going

Can’t remember why you would-

Burnout

That’s what they call it

BURNOUT

FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS

G i f t e d

They call it

Burdened

We all know

Must I explain?

Fuck.

It’s getting bad

Again

The sound you’ve been hearing

A low buzz

Of incessant

Laughter.

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-