Untitled (age 15)

This is the age I discover existentialism, which in turn lead to a bout of angst. You will not get the background to some of these at this age, so angst will be the appropriate term, even though there is some nefarious explanations to many of them. The acute reader will sure discover what they are. This is the age of subtlety, were I thought that all poetry had a hidden meaning.

I am not what you percive
My Nature is nonexistent
The prayer that you say
shall fall upon the deaf
the games you play
shall be shown to the blind
and your freedoms
are locked away in my cage
Sadist happiness
in your town gone mad
Rightous semi-reality
betroth your shattered sons
Melencoly Raping mersonaries
kiss the foreheads of your daughters
your children die
and you still won't see
the envie, navity
you thrust upon me.