My Literally Me Perspective
Anon is currently speaking inside his own head squabbling in depression with what he would consider inner poetic justice. However he cannot rhyme due to his obscene anger at the world and more specifically his crush and her new boyfriend. (V.O)
Damn I say!
A god damn if you will
My ear is piercing
Nothing is truly clear.
Now, across from here
She is with him
How can they love each other so dearly?
His love for her can’t be real
It can never be
It must be fake
It could be a lie
There is no truth in his love
It could never be like mine.Read more: My Literally Me Perspective
They could never love like I do
Not many could
I am a special case
I am surreal deal
I can laugh but not cry
I like to think I am an extra bit real.
No I would never have to
I’m not a man who needs to think
I actually just always know
Truly all the time
I am literally me.
I am literally just like all my favorites
I am literally Bateman
I am literally the Batman
Actually I am just like Ed Norton in fight club
My personality is raw and different.
So why in the hell
Could she not be with me?
What were the rules against it?
That guy will only ever be him
But I was always literally me.
A shitposter if you will
I have no depression
No need to see a therapist
I am a special type of person
Brimmed with justice and no consolation.
So why the hell
Am I only the ¨he¨ and never ¨him¨
I can never be the main character
Always an outsider
I live in the background
Deep within my own dread
Just reading the books
Watching my movies
Lovingly eating my sushi.
A girl like her
She could never like someone.
Someone so literally me
She is a pretty doll
While I am a goblin.
All I can do his watch and stare
As they drink their tea
And listen as my friend gags with laughter
As he watches me gleefully
As I hit all the stages of my despair.
His laughter and happiness begin to move onto me
I am actually feeling quite funny
It may never be so bad to let out a little laugh
It is all just highschool after all
All here will never really matter.
That’s what I like to think
I always have them anyways
The moments of despair.
I’ll just go ahead and move on from her
Like I always do.
My friend assures me to not care
I suppose I guess I won’t
For now I wont know if it will matter
I am only 16 after all
Just for now I will continue to be just me.