I can't make the distinction, It doesn't seem real It's all f****n fiction Is it ever gunna change, or am i outta luck? My mind is spinnin with these innovations I feel so f****n stuck
Wow, I can definitely relate to this poem; you really put into words EXACTLY how I feel right now! Your poem, though very blunt, expresses all the despair and anger and hopelessness of someone who's just got some f****n bad luck and is confused about what's really going on and what's all in their head. (That's me.) So actually, I'm thanking you for finding words I couldn't to describe those feelings.