Regression

There are no such thing as ideas anymore.
They are shared or if not,
unwritten history; yet again:
rich off or poor of.
Black and White. :
they beg for more,
and I just don't want to. <----- !
At the end of the day,
they fight so hard,
but they are fighting their own flaws.
yet they seem to get nothing out of it,
the feeling ov people just talking at you,
not even saying anything of importance.
Except your parents who knew all along
that your dreams couldn't become true
because you were born into "struggle"
and then we believe their ideas;
because we are just lazy.
Just. normal.
I never was normal,
nor never wanted to be.
Let society consume you,
let yourself be at ease,
I'd rather die,
BECAUSE NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
the intellectual is alone and before its time
sometimes they destroy themselves
with drugs to think like one of us
a selfish act but only human