Life is getting too tired,
Too boring, too monotone, too controlled.
I can't handle the stillness
That's taking over every inch of my world.
I'm done living on cliches,
(Love at first sight,
What goes around comes around,
And you are what you eat.)
And artificial beauty
(Take an hour to do my hair,
And one to do my makeup,
Pick out an expensive outfit,
Wear shoes that give me blisters.
It impresses everyone but me.)
I'm done looking forward to a tomorrow
Where nothing will ever get too dull.
I'll make it undull.
I'll make you ecstatic.
I'll run down the road,
Singing at the top of my lungs,
In the rain,
Naked.
Just to give them something to say.
You'll whisper about how I'm crazy
Or in a drug-induced state of insanity,
But you'll never know the truth:
That my insanity isn't as drug-induced as your normality.
(Take drugs to make you happy,
To make your attention span longer
To make you perform better in bed.)
You'll never know that I'm quite alright.
That I just want to be free of the chains
That everyone's bound into when they take their first breath.
I just want to feel what it's like
When everything is almost perfect,
Almost perfect chaos,
Worrying is overrated,
And the letters s-t-r-e-s-s put together
Are removed from even Webster's vocabulary.
I want to reach out to touch something
That nobody's ever touched before.
Just so I can show it off.
And so you'll be jealous
Of my so-weird-that-it's-normal,
Almost reckless and immature,
But oh so-admirable and bold,
Very temporary behavior.


I just sat down and wrote, and that's what came out. Needs editing and shit, so it's up for some constructive criticism...