Twenty-Something Angst Machine

defined myself through
suffering a long
absurd dull time
ago yet teenage
wisdom stood the
test of time
was never meant
to fit was
never meant to
find was never
meant to reach
some place resembling
home resembling ways
to calm the
ceaseless dread to
fill the empty
heart below the
sleepless human trash
compactor squeaks in
glee chews dreams
for countless ages
despite the things
that learnt to
glitter I can
only recognise the
dark the stockpiled
years for nothing

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