thought process

all these feelings are painless
but yet they infect the frame of my inner sanctum
ya, its heinous
the thought that the ideas are aimless
yet they still send related vibes in wave lengths

im upset when im stainless
mad when im rageless
im depressed for no purpose
i prove to be worthy, but still fel no importance

and for what?
so people rate me on how they portray me
judge me before they know me
punch me before they hate me
all because the scene we grew up in and matierial clothing

i feel like a bug in the mud trying to fight through the sludge to be only a bug.

should'nt that be enough?