Sideways

This feeling is tormenting flames and ambiguous phrases.
It is disheartening and empty, a vacant and thrilling chasm marked only by desolation and failure. All that I hate, I am. All that I want is unattainable. I am alone in togetherness. Does no one care for the disabused and melancholic youths? To the shy and the quiet, for whom do you keep silent?

I am a man and a woman, a child and a beast. I am the wealthy, the poor, the sexfiend, and the monarch. I am the druggie, and the violent. I am the punk, the gangster, the teacher; the fucking salt of the earth. I am the daughter and heir of nothing in particular. I love and I self indulge to the point of reckless abandon. No, fuck that, I am a ruling planet in a solar system of Bullshit.