All these words fill my head and I struggle to spit them out, to put

The ink to the paper, but what's inside me doesn't always just come

Down to poetry or prose

It's the feeling inside of restless nights, of highway signs, of long

Winding roads

I'm struggling to make my point, to force it out, but there's a fire

Inside me that still burns. With the frustration of my peers who see

How fucked up things are. How much garbage can we be fed before our

Bodies reject it? How much time can we waste hoping we'll be accepted?

You fake your way through this fucking life. My teeth are clenched, my

Heart is beating, and I'm screaming these words out of sheer

Frustration with the people that walk this earth