Internet Dating (Generational Psychology)A Poem by Cahjli SymesEl Garbage Ldabarge.
Let's take a s**t on the floor
and dance in the rain. I'm f*****g tired, f*****g wired. Got a knife in my brain. She twists the handle in my ears, the next thing confirmed my fears. The body language, never ever matched her voice. I know what she's thinking. No matter what, she's annoyed. I'm an unstable f*****g loser who loves to hide away. Got no job, got no money, yet no support for my life. A sea of inconsistency, I have goals, you don't care. I'm not a human being. I'm just a nervous f*****g wreck. The more I think, the more I die. Yet I talk a lot. To bring up topics on world issues, to debate and smile. Misunderstood and told I'm negitive, cause I'm passionate. I swear its all for fun. But the world's so convoluted. Nothing to say, I'm f*****g done. Your superficial f*****g dramas never interested me. Neither your basic f*****g lifestyle, or your pseudo-social dating games. Within this sea of inconsistence I'm seen as crazy, yet I'm boring. I'm awkward and annoying, Cause I'm broke and insecure. Conditioned since was young. Was treated bad just for fun. All through my life growing up, now a reflection of my mind. I rather die than go outside into a dark world full of lies, and hypocritical inconsistences of a mislead generation. I'm a worthless s**t. © 2016 Cahjli SymesReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 25, 2016 Last Updated on December 25, 2016 AuthorCahjli SymesCloud City, FLAboutHi my name is Cahjli and I write poems,screenplays and lyrics. Hope you enjoy :D more..Writing
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