STORY STARTER
In the future, every human is genetically engineered to be useful to the world in some way.
Write about a character who despises what they were designed for.
8 Lines
Eight new lines on my leg
Like the games of 8-ball I always lose against her
Making peace with my failures
Because Iām only going to die anyway
My heart beat-beating
_I want to kiss her_
I bombed the science final
But next year Iāll be at a school for **science** and technology
Iām wondering if thatās okay
Wondering if Iām screwed
Iām playing with fire
Playing with life
With people
Yet I feel no guilt
Only a bit of mild concern
Listening to Boken by Lund over and over
Because this is a new kind of self destruction
One that leaves me grinning like a child with paint
At the mirror while I watch my skin turn red
Itās a new kind of self destruction
One that I think I like
I might even love
Do I love her?
**_Am I okay?_**
I might seem like a train wreck from your view
But none of them have any idea
So it canāt be that bad right
And thereās a war waging within me of apathy and hypermania
If thatās a word
Anyway both feelings seem fine by me
Is that normal?
Itās raining outside
Pouring
And the trees are swaying back and forth
Yet the rain is soft and the trees look content
Like me
The image outside the window is exactly how I feel
Is that normal?
Iāve been fighting myself with all these mind tricks
And games no one can win
I always used to lose
Because how could I ever win when my enemy is myself
No matter what I did I always lost
And Iām sick of that
So maybe Iām insane
Maybe the thrill going through me is really concerning
But I donāt care I donāt care I donāt care
Because **_Iām winning.
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_**Iām.
Finally.
**Winning**.