finally..

I'm sick of sitting, I'm sick of waiting
I'm sick of letting my life go to waste.
living dreams that exist in every head but my own,
carrying out thoughts that are never acknowledged nor heard,
being homeless in a place that is supposed to be my home.
THE WORLD IS NOT MY OYSTER.
rant, scream, sicken me - it's all you ever do; it's all you'll ever do.
can you really keep me chained down forever? is that what you really think?
can you really keep me traumatized, frightened, listless for what's to come ahead?
cause trust me - the only thing I currently feel is numbed by your blasphemy.
the only apathy I feel is for you.
and I'm done...so completely, thoroughly, and utterly done.
thanks for shit.