Their way or the highway

You're always wrong. Every thing you do is wrong. You have a problem. Rather you are the problem. Nothing is right when it comes to you. It’s like a disease with no cure. You're destined to be doomed. There seems to be no way out of it. The only way out is you rot yourself out. Be someone you are not. Because its not ’right’.
You are caught. You cant do anything. You are helpless. You have no control. All you can do is take it all until you cant take it anymore. You are the problem. You are being convicted for being yourself. You need to realize that you have a problem. Big time. Your mind is distorted. You cant think straight. You’ve probably lost it. Its all dark. Its like drowning in water. Helpless. You are a lost cause. You can never be right again. Hell would be a walk in the park. Emotional extremities. Loss of balance. Bad symptoms galore. Wait you cant die, because then you would be in a better place called hell. But wait. A ray of hope. Maybe a way out. Change who you are. Shed your soul. Who cares anyways. Its to see if you ‘fit’ into the scheme of things around. If not, you have to be reshaped. No liberty. You cant afford it. Who are you? You are no one until someone around you decides what you are. You have no inherent identity. If you do, that is your problem. You don’t fit. Fit or quit. It aint a rose if it aint red. Follow the rules of existence or cease to exist. The price you pay for being what you are. Outclassed. Outlawed. Exiled. The price you pay for trying to fit. Its either their way or the highway. The annihilation of self. I present you my Lord, my distorted soul.


“Every step I take is another mistake for you.”

--- Linkin Park in ‘Numb’