“let’s isolate in limbo” a poem.

its easy to not want to be apart of the world, when all you want is to be a part of the good that's in it

not much of that

are people with depression really depressed?

or has our social construct not left enough room for the ones who value intention

is it my perception

or

am i just paying more attention to my surroundings?

half the time it feels like its not for me

why should I have to adapt to something that I did not make.

most people don't understand when I speak this way

its like they're all brainwashed and I'm the one who finally found an escape

there's no newly discovered sadness, just not wanting to conform

life is about evolution, so you'd think by now we'd found solutions

im alive, but it all feels like limbo

a constant state of wondering what's the real end goal, when there is none