I AmMature

Worst case scenario,

Will be if knife fails me,

And I'm stuck on the same planet,

As all you no-hopers,

Depression takes me higher,

Though they said it dragged me down,

Floating on the surface of the depths of despair,

The fall from grace never seemed so exhillerating,

The depths never seemed so far above me,

The low that follows is the highest it's ever been,

Profanity smoothed over by a mechanical bleeping, perhaps,

But I will never be the canned laughter,

I remain forever,

The voice screaming out to be heard,

Hounded by censorship,

But never shackled in its chamber,

Of conformity and god-fearing ways,

I Am The Filth Of The World,

And I don't CARE.

The End

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