Existence

My existence is not for others

it does not heal the wounded 

my words are costume, foam steel at most.

I exist to live a life that continues the cycle

I'm a mirror of society that has painted

over it's surface enough to change into a

unique figure in society.

The specific patterns are my own, dare I say

only because of physics and probability.

A bore that my dad has placed upon my mind to know far too well.

I have no reason to exist other than personal pleasure or 

grievances.

And I have enough of those.

So I will use this chance to live what fulfills my dopamine and may

levitate another's stress or rise their spirits.

There's nothing crazy about my plan,

just live, love what I live, and fix what I lived through.