Angst

How could this feeling
not wait until the end of the year?

How could this feeling
not wait until weekends?

How could this feeling
not wait until I got home tonight?

Depressed as usual
Melancholic as usual
Misunderstood as usual

How would I deal when everyone who surrounds me are being true with their thoughts

I ignore
I escape
I overthink

And let universe consume me

Who am I to rant

I was labeled
I was concluded
I was judged

Who am I to rant

Always hated to correct them
Allowed are they
On how they think of me

Who am I to rant

Brat
Harsh
Evil

Who am I to rant

They will exist
They will leave
They will hurt me

All of them

Who am I to rant

But I rant

To this one I only have
Said life. Said anyone.

Self, you can rant.

I dont ask anyone to understand
No one will ever bother

I rant

I am cursing you all
Allowing me to love all of you

I rant

You requiring me
Be nice, be calm
Be not what I am

I rant

Everyone's
Expecting me be more of
what I can die of

But

I just ignore
I just escape
I overthink

And let universe consume me