Becoming someone I abhor
Mid-life crisis
What the fuck do I want to be?
What do I want?
Whatever occurs I'll keep my expectations low
I'm mourning it all already
When I contort things I see better days
But when I inhale I see purple haze
Highly superior
When my lids hit the bottom of my sockets with a thud
I see the letters R, I, P shimmering like a float at Pride
Even fools have more favorable outcomes
The disgusting paradox
Why are the vamps punished?
I want a girlfriend
I want a boyfriend
I'll say it blatantly
But most people I find tedious and conventional and dull
People live life too fucking safely
I don't have time for that, I will live fiercely
If all pans out, I will truly believe
A leaf has been turned
I will be scaling a mountain heading upward
I think I already am
"Am I good enough?" reverberates in my head like clashing cymbals
Shrill, yet with the backdrop of constant thumping of congo drums
The rich baritone seeps into our pores
My sexuality is unpredictable, erratic, wavering
I'm a whiz at paltering
Up and down, to and fro, like undulating waves
Inconsistent, jaws hit the floor
My grades are very solid this semester for the first time in eons.
FUCK YES!
Middle finger to academia!
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