just venting

[Objective]

I'm symbiotic to clueless humans with chilly robotic feeling movements,
fuck those excuses above cus the truth is on tow and I'm sick of being useless.
I've been taught to be fluent in confusing patterns of thought,
like what matters is naught along with the lies that I bought.
My raw talents don't support the confines of mental illness,
despite my reckless image it's bittersweet looking back at Chillnest.
Since society moved toward twitter feeds of Tinder romance,
I'm sort of on the edge when asked if I want to hold hands.
Unless she wants to slow dance I guess I'm out of the loop,
and I got used to the dispute that there's more to being cute.
I can only blame myself cus I'm just as hollow and a stupid,
the moments of bliss is short lived but damn if I won't abuse it.
Just repeat that fucking music 'till it's convoluted and toxic,
defeat every message of Logic with drug usage and some Onyx.
I'm not trying to be depressing but this topic is anxiously stressed,
I would have been positive if I wasn't raised to settle with less.

[2tripple0]

I likw that aint nothing to it right??? Good for you picking up the pen being brave and that.... decent drop shit.... maybe more emphasis on the rhymes but yeah this was slright... nothing like umm amazing but uhh yeah good for you...