This is interesting

Who am I?
Where am I going with all this?
What's the point in speaking sometimes,
When I have nothing more to say?
All I say is the same old bullshit,
Blame everyone but myself.
I say it,
But I don't mean it.
The only person I blame for the way I turned out,
Is myself.

So who are you to tell me what I feel?
And who are you to give me advice?
So just because you were beaten,
So just because she was raped,
So just because they were robbed of their soul,
That somehow gives all of you the right
to ignore my pain, and to no longer console
Just because you're life is more fucked up than mine,
My feelings don't mean shit all of a sudden?
My words don't have depth and my tears are forbidden?
Well fuck You!
You hear me?
Fuck you and your answers,
Fuck you and your contradicting lies,
Hypocrisy is our way from the cradle to the grave
And hypocrites are all I've seen through my life,
There's always one in the mirror staring back at me,
My life is just another contradiction too.

But I still hate you all,
The fucking whores of society,
The rapists of my soul,
The loved ones who should be executed,
Just so I can claim a piece of shattered my life,
So maybe I can feel that all this pain I feel,
Finally has a reason for existing.
There's nothing worse than feeling depressed,
Than feeling depressed for no reason.

“I am hungry and lost
Within this brave, new world
I am scattered and tossed
Among this sacred society
I am scared and confused
In this era of technology
I am mistreated and abused
In this age of conformity”