you never know who's watching, but then again you really do.
now contemplating thoughts you thought you knew,

having to regain trust in one you should know all about,
when in reality it's just a very simple doubt,

one in which life strikes back and you play the victim,
when you think you have it all wound around your thumb,

destroying all you felt inside,
wishing the rules were ones you didn't have to abide.

life. fucked. you. over.

life. took. all. that was given.

life. gave. animosity.

before it gave your name was nothing,
just breathing, wishing you were something.

your bickering soul sulphuric in design,
trapping all you claim as "mine".

nothing to give so you cannot take,
another lie told-fake.

they say you'll get over your sickness to ignorance,
but life. fucked. you. over.