I'm tired, A rant

How are you

I'm tired

tried of what

Of all the insensitive people, who are better defined has demons,

 of all the pressure better classified has feelings

of all the changes classified of seasons

Of all the classifications found inside of life.

Death of plants is called winter

Death of me is called a statistic.

numbers and words that make no sense, no difference and we all are ignorant.

Ignorant of the lives we live, of the lives we end.

we can't be different, we can just start a new trend.

we comply with the culture of consumption

of obsession, we allow the sensation of depression to run rampant.

People who can see the facts are locked up

and those who live a similar delusion are kept perpetuating the lies in which they live.

when we are young we learn to hide what makes us special.

Im tired of all that. Im tired of this life valuing actors and players more then doctors and saviors

Im not an actor so ill never be a factor. I'm just a realist.

Living within the boundires, of a society better off without me.