A Millennial Quarter-Life Crisis

Conflicted thoughts with tension burning like a furnace,

Growing up slowly but ageing quickly on the surface.

Nobody can teach me, which path I’m supposed to take,

But I thought I would have learned by now, mistake after mistake.

I’m weak but I’m strong, I’m right but I’m wrong,

I’ve been a sensitive psychopath all along.

Sometimes I lie awake and think, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow” but now yesterday is last year.



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