Tumult/S. Grim

Black, bleak thoughts
Expecting phantom shots
New ideas
Same old fears
No progress
Just distress

Happiness all around
Inside, none is found
Chipper chaps cheer
while I want to disappear
No progress
Just distress

Loving wrong things
Clinging to lofty dreams
Standards set too high
Left gazing into the unforgiving sky
No progress
Just distress

Seeking any distraction
Soothing satisfaction
A detour from the guilt
Felt in every glance and lilt 
No progress
Just distress

Words and worry
Squirm and scurry
bear the pain
all in vain
No progress
Just distress

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S. Grim is the nom de plume of a freshman majoring in English. His interests include movies, cartoons, role-playing games, history, and philosophy.