Life Like Anima
I hate being judged. I hate being accused. I hate having no control.
Yes, I am furious. Yes, I am depressed. Yes, I have every right.
No, I am not accepted. No, I am not appreciated. No, You don't get it.
Doubtful that anyone will comment. Doubtful that I'll regain sanity soon. Doubtful that I'll begin to care again.
I will not be told what I feel. I will not listen to people who can't help themselves. I will not believe in lies and fantasies like religion and horoscopes.
I will get over this physical pain. I will ignore this emotional pain. I will go on with my life, however empty and shallow it may become.
Do you see? Do you hear? Do you care?
Does he? Does she? Do I?
Yes, I am furious. Yes, I am depressed. Yes, I have every right.
No, I am not accepted. No, I am not appreciated. No, You don't get it.
Doubtful that anyone will comment. Doubtful that I'll regain sanity soon. Doubtful that I'll begin to care again.
I will not be told what I feel. I will not listen to people who can't help themselves. I will not believe in lies and fantasies like religion and horoscopes.
I will get over this physical pain. I will ignore this emotional pain. I will go on with my life, however empty and shallow it may become.
Do you see? Do you hear? Do you care?
Does he? Does she? Do I?