Your are, and never will be in complete agreement with the world, as the world is never in complete agreement with everyone, and you with yourself.
I never was, and never will be. And now I don’t even know if I should still speak up or just live inside my head. I no longer know if it’s still worth the effort, worth the pain. I have to confess that I am at one of my lowest point in life, once again (I don’t know how low it could ever get) and it’s just that this is the only way for me to exhaust each and every thought that kill me slowly inside.
PS. Poetry, please come back. Bring your friend music along.