My Staggering Outlook

I've grown a garden, though it's rather small

You can call me prolific, gifted, 
Anything but insipid.
Because inside my mind
I've made the time 
To cultivate a staggering worldview.

There exists
A pseudo intrinsic adherence to the hierarchy. 
Exiling bliss,
We cling to the opinions of others more fortunate,
Compare them to ourselves, then require a splint. 
To heal. To mend.
Why couldn't I be them instead? 
But your glass is half full, 
You leech. 
Always begging for more. 
Pull yourself together. 
No longer fall victim to the dopaminergic reward system which is so easily manipulated.

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Just wow. This is amazing. Sounds like something I'd be thinking about in the dead of night. Definitely no need for improvement here ;)