Besieged-by-the-hurricanes-of-my-mind
I often find myself stuck in an endless cycle of scrolling,
a habit that seems to have taken over my life.
It's like solitude is my only solace,
a place where I can escape the constant noise and meaningless conversations
that I've grown to detest.
I'm haunted by this idea that I can change the people around me,
but it's like trying to control a hurricane with my bare hands.
Every day, I try to reinvent myself,
but it feels like I'm pushing a boulder uphill,
never making progress.
I have to admit, I've become a pro at procrastination. I stay up late into the night, defying the very essence of time.
My mind is a battleground, overrun by irrational thoughts that keep me hostage, never letting me catch a breath.
I'm overwhelmed, consumed by an insatiable hunger that devours everything in its path.
The world and its people feel fake, like an unbearable masquerade, and I yearn for something real.
The way people act around me is like a chaotic symphony, a dance of ever-changing masks
that I can't endure any longer.
Their sudden transformations are like earthquakes, shaking my already fragile world.
Yes, I admit that I know I have my flaws.
I constantly doubt myself, lost in a sea of confusion.
I feel like a puzzle with missing pieces, always pondering but never finding peace.
My life feels like an eternal torment,
a storm of thoughts that never lets up.
I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of introspection, unable to break free.
Honestly, I'm just fed up with this miserable existence.
~Amanat
