The people are silent but I’m on this loud rocky train.
Observing human demeanors
while I decipher what’s on their brain.
It’s a habit with each interaction I have
it’s part of my game.
Curious to know if their sorrows are similar to mine or even the same.
Trying to compute the hardships they deal with and how they endure pain.
I have this ability to read minds but the thought of it just sounds insane.
Why do I even acknowledge them? or even care? What is there for me to gain?
I honestly can’t help it, I’m warm hearted
my soul is pure it’s so hard to tame..
Understanding emotions of a person I know nothing of,
even guessing their name.
I don’t know if it’s a gift to comprehend their thoughts or should I be ashamed?
My mind is always racing sometimes cloudy with a chance of rain.
I can’t make it stop my mental is so burdensome feeling like a ball and chain.
Imprisoned to my own thoughts
I try to escape my body but my soul drifts in its own lane.
The suffering and agony from my history makes me empathize, am I to blame?
Figuring out if they’re satisfied with their lives by being content when there’s more to claim.
It’s difficult to understand
when in all aspects we are comparable to a little grain.
Abiding by societies ideal lifestyle, its inevitable -but am I able to refrain?
Don’t want to be consumed into the conformity where my time goes down the drain.
The detriment of the idealistic requisite behavior is embedded like a stain.
Taking the initiative to fathom if I’m alone or am I the only one to complain.
Sometimes - wanting to end these ranting thoughts with a shotgun just like Kurt Cobain.
It has to be known - this vital information is something that just can not be contained.
The vitality to live our lives to the fullest do what we want
do as we please
and still maintain.
We’ll all exceed to achieve our fullest potential and not be confined into a frame.
Hope it doesn’t go over our heads