An election came and passed, you still hold to old thought modes steadfast.
Blaming everything and everyone, yet too afraid to look in a mirror and even though you know the reason for your own misery, the thing is that you don’t want to accept it because it will cause your faulty logic to be wrecked, like a ship going side to side, and you don’t realize that you fell for real lies, sold a bill of goods but you never understood.
The lies you tell yourself, so there is a feeling of belonging, not knowing it is only you that is in the wrong thought/ speech/ clothes/ color.
All you see is what you want to believe, but in the real world no one cares about the feelings of a privileged Ivy League kid that is using their parent’s money to stay in shabby clothes in order to impress others because you have no standards and convictions of your own.
A fascinating fascination with your fascist self, which is projecting and spewing hate filled poison used to pacify logical arguments with facts that are provable because anything outside of your insular safe space is somehow dangerous to your hate speech which you call free speech.
If you think this about you, it is not.