Stuck on Struggle St.

Never in a million years did I predict I'd get to a certain point and there I'd sit but holy shit I'm still right here chilling if I could explain how this situation has me feeling overall in a few words I'd simply say it majorly sucks the majority of the time trying to find a place to find a place to ease the mind unwind ignore time and remember what peace is but Jesus it sure is a short lived fraudulent escape and upon return all the madness is waiting for you my mentality tries but my optimism is almost dried up I got plenty of pessimism I'm willing to part with an energy level on empty to exhausted to even start shit so suck the surface area of my dick if you expect me to finish it oh pardon me did that seem slightly obscene well listen up you trashy disease ridden slut thats a PG rating compared to the filth that fills my head and spills at will I will guarantee the inevitability you'll be seeing ill shit eventually keeping a lid on  these endless lists of insults is unhealthy like holding piss in besides I made a commitment to myself and the youth of the community to above all else teach the children who thanks to you  are fucking clueless and the proof is proven around the clock by most of the kids on most of the blocks around the country you're drowning in denial if you don't believe kids can't write or read now it's gotten to where they can't talk at the current rate of retardtion progressing across this wasted nation it won't be long till communication is nothing but grunts pops and clicks and an entire vocabulary is reduced to a few abbreviations it's pretty much like watching a preschool bus drive into an old folks home in slow motion its gross and getting harder to watch it's so fuckin funny though everyone refuses to acknowledge the fact our beautiful hope for some sort of fruitful future are reaching a point where they will all be  classified as LD if they get much stupider    so I take my responsibilty seriously making sure these abandoned and neglected little dipshits are at least aware some sort of truth exists and the American dream is a death trap the only important life decision that we ever make is in what reality do we want to live the version fueled by miserable men and women moving against their will to fulfill other people's agendas the sickness  is this pathetic  politics and mainstream media are misleading ya into believing this commercialized corporately controlled circus is a life to be proud of filled with happiness and purpose if you see it that way and actually believe it I'm too late and I wish you the best dealing with a life defined by lack of time level of stress and what type of depression you are diagnosed with credit scores bank accounts and finance the amount of overtime you're working to get the promotion at a job you despise to get a raise hopefully for a down payment on a diamond ring for your unfaithful fiance you fuckin hate but that's great it will  temporarily mask the truth of the relationship how does it feel  and how long can you take it what a shame it is when the realization hits your entire existence is fraudulent and every single thought or feeling emotion isn't your own it's part of an artificial chain reaction that elicits a response designed over time to be the least negative I'm positive the system they twisted and tampered with is an unbalanced pile of shit keeping the fortunate few so called elite in a seat overseeing an illegal and greedy operation that is a profitable success strictly because the employees come to work faithfully out of fear of losing a car home or whatever else they don't even own it's a juggling act that can't last and when it starts to crash it's gonna be ugly and happen fast so I hope you hold tightly onto the illusion you've built in your heads that you're happy with the life you've lived and it's as good as it gets because a day will come where the big picture will appear clear allowing you too see what you have and all you've lost to get it maybe you came out alright maybe looking back it breaks your heart all I know is that i don't have many material possessions but I've always had control of the life I lived and never sold my soul I guess my main point is when it comes to the fork in the road don't blindly follow the masses out of comfort in the counterfeit company of sheep do what you want and that's what you'll get isn't that impossible to regret