faerysoul

Woke up today feeling like I just didn't want to go to work. Doesn't it suck to spend 8 hours every day doing meaningless tasks that are unfufilling to yourself and others? Jesus, I hate it.
I wrote a poem in tribute of my current attitude toward this world. Here it is:
Walled In
Here I sit in a four-walled room
thoughts darkening with gloom.
Does it seem the walls are shrinking?
Or is it cuz my dark brain's thinking?
I look around at this fucked up place,
where tyrants reign, overtaking our race.
They spread their evil greediness
across the entire universe,
destroying things that should remain
like peace and nature, for personal gain.
I know that I can't change it so,
I fight the beast inside to go,
and leave my head and let me be--
give my sanity back to me.
Let me think like the rest of them
who moo and baa, but happy him
who cannot think beyond the mass
of a corrupted tyrant's evilness.

Maybe today will be better?