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Irritation by the endless teenagers crying for help,
Discontentment that pushes them into their dark holes,
To say they are nothing, dark, tortured, alone,
And to say, they enjoy the darkness?

LIES,
There is only a few,
A few who enjoy such containment,
There we are, there I am, in true darkness.

You are not darkness,
You are not tortured,
You are not alone,
You are not different.

Endless, countless souls,
Acting as if they're so unique,
That they can't fit in with anyone else,
And you'd find it funny, to find so many of them.

You are not rare,
You are not special,
You are just like everyone,
We are all unique.

This is a time of hate,
Of suicide and depression,
This is a time where we look down
UPON all those around us.

I am not accepted,
And neither are you,
And we'll be hated for it,
For being ourselves.

Let me live the way I want,
I don't care for wealth,
But this society, will hate me for,
Living and being who I am.

Accept who you are,
They say,
Be who you are,
They rant and rave.

The hypocrisy of this time,
It's eternal as ever,
And we'll hate it,
Forever and ever.

You are special,
They tell you,
You are unique,
They tell everyone else.

Go for your dreams, you know,
Live for what you want, you see,
And you'll hate what they want,
Out of you.

You can't be different,
Because that's wrong,
Even if living the way you want,
Is the only way you could be happy.

Real darkness,
Is filled with joy,
Just the same as with pure light,
It is only mirrors, and reflections of ourselves.

I am just another, tortured lonely poet,
As some would say,
But I believe I am just myself,
And I'll be forever damned for it.