screaming at a paper
thin sheet of plastic
the screams reverberate
everyone just stares
they think i'm sick
air pockets of
polluted wisdom
circulate in my sphere
they say my mind is polluted
and won't hear
there's a fine line
between genius & insanity
but two opposite poles
on the scale of humanity
life isn't complicated
we just complicate it
to say we are more educated
but you are feeding
to the termination
of which you call
"the sollution"
for this i offer
no contribution
Reason for writing:
written as is in 5 min. about my isolation from society
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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