Existential torture
to be a ship out on the ocean
tossed to and fro.
I feel the weight of nothing
pressing in upon my every thought
and I am crushed underneath.
The anger, the rage
the wasted days
the dizzy daze
the hopeless haze.
This has no purpose
that has no meaning
my thoughts are held captive
my emotions and my dreams
my loves and my pleasures
are dashed upon the rocks
of the world you paint
you dream
you created.
I don't want to be a part of your world anymore.
I can and will break free.
To the place where truth can be.
And I can be
me.
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