I wrote this poem a while back..

Title: Limbic Lobe

I’m indignant and apprehensive and pusillanimous 

And I will constantly and eternally find myself ravenous.

I will open myself and encompass their meaning of life,

Despite the fact that it’s bitter and strife.

Is every moment of life a catalyst?

Or does being inquisitive make me a nihilist?

I will open myself and they’ll dictate my meaning of life

They’ll chastise me and call me taboo

And they’ll strip my meaning of life from schools

They’ll attempt to slice my larynx and glottis with a blunt knife

But you can’t cut flesh with a dull meaning of life.

sorry its kinda cringe