Indignant

I am not happy;

I am not enthused,

Or engaged,

Or satisfied

In the least bit.

I am miserable,

Lonely,

Missing those I thought cared about me.

I do not want to work,

Do not want to be alone,

Do not want to be responsible.

Maturity is death;

Responsibility a prison.

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