Sometimes

There is no more room for agreements
There is no more room to cater to their side of the story
I am no longer conforming to them
I am no longer societys mindless sex slave
I am not their "bitch" or whatever they may call it
I will reassemble what I was
I will personally reset the world
There is no more room for agreements
I have catered to them enough
No more room for disagreements
I have run out of patience
I filled the edless abyss
I have done the impossible
I am sick of the ignorance
I am sick of the malcompliance
I am sick of the indecisiveness
I am sick of the regression
I am sick of the digressions
I am sick of the sociality
I am sick of society
And I hope society is sick of me
May they indulge into their mindless mental masturbation
While I wait for them to change.