This chaotic, idiotic, culturally patriotic mind manipulation makes me more than memorable to my...

*mental despotic dispute, deranging dangerously done dragging downwards. *rest of the title

I'm stranded and stressed,

No hope, I'm depressed.

With weights on my feet,

Can't find where ends meet.

Like a stiff broken zipper,

Or a seal with one flipper.

I'm a clock with no hands,

No future, no plans.

Empathy; Jiffy.

Mental state's a bit iffy.

Psychotic robotics,

Trapped in erotic hypnotics.

These rotten optic sights,

In begotten lethargy lights.

Maybe it's this height,

But it doesn't feel right.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I feel like this a lot sometimes. That I feel stuck and have no idea of what I want to do. I have no plans for the future while everyone around seems to have theirs all figured out. I don't what I want to do with my life...just want people to be happy for me in whatever I choose to do. I really admired this...very powerful! And just to add: "hight" should be spelled "height".

[Anti Phalanx]

Thanks for the feedback! It's always somewhat reassuring - sadly - to know that others can feel the same way. It's like a jolt to your thoughts screaming "you're not alone on the boat", however I wish we could all get rid of the boat all together. Thanks for pointing out my mistake in spelling, I don't often proofread my poems because they're usually wrote in the spur of the moment. And I appreciate your kind words, they're always motivating to read!

[I Am Svetlana]

I don't proofread sometimes either. Haha. I feel it's good enough once I get it on paper. I always proofread and touch a piece up before I post it though, so it looks nice and presentable. And yeah, I do wish we could get rid of the boat and not have everyone saying they can relate to our lowest feelings.