rambling pt.3 (final part)

Instead they help prople just to boast Philanthtopists flood the street Saying All people want is something to eat What if you listened to them Found out what happened to him Maybe there not all drug addicts But weren't like you with attics To throw your problems in And then throw money at it to make sure it didn't open People pay for therapy just to have another person see They can't get anyone else to listen And they can't even get therapy if there men Not that i see anything wrong with that But society does and that's a fact And pretty sure i'm rambling But i feel stuck in a fever dream I try to rhyme But maybe i should just become a mime Because i'm already Staring out a window waiting for life to start Waiting for someone else to make my life art I feel stuck in my position Dying for someone to listen But it's not like i talk Guess i should go for a walk Gave myself a speech impediment Tried to act like i didn't know what it meant But my social anxiety got so bad My words started to not form correctly in my mouth it makes me mad Which makes it worse It feels like a curse Now i can't even talk to my family So i guess i'll just keep writing poetry