Practically generic.

Tell me I'm wrong
Tell me to stop
Tell me I'm a hypocrite
But tell yourselves to shut up and fucking listen for once
We're all too wrapped around the concept
That without materialistic pleasures, we are left inept
Left unsatisfied with the real world's society
Blaming external forces for the ruination of yours and my own mentality
We try to escape.
Try to release our bonds from the mess we've created for some under the influence getup.
Give up that shit cause you'll only fuck up.
We try to obtain happiness in any form of it we can.
Physical. Or mental.
We've skipped all fundamentals.
We're desperate.
We're ignorant.
Ignorance is bliss; but it just won't cut it.
Yes.
I am a fucking hypocrite.
Or cynic. Either way I'm tired of this modern bullshit.
It's amazing how rare true happiness is in our generation.
Hope being our reason. Our own fake ass inspiration.
Our own idealism on this make believe garbage is abomination.
Sudden self reflection:
People's idealism on happiness gathers through our own transpired connections.
Media's to blame for all of this over hyped, stereotyped shit full of lies
Individual thinking. Different answers. Say goodbye.
Damn. We still sit around- spitting philosophies on the negatives in the world today.
Reality- NO. We're more concerned with troubles within OUR own world today.
We blame others for misinterpreting our characteristics
Vent on just who makes us hella tick
Its his fault.
Her fault;
Their fault-
No! Your fault.
So shut...
it.
&Swallow down the truth with an ecstasy tablet.
Yeah. I said it.
Product A; example one:
A generic, addictive form of captured happiness
Damn, our generation's really made a mess-
To stoop so low as to make smackin' some kinda wack ass, played out past time
Fucked up minds;
That life's no longer mine.
That lightweight feeling we hid behind.
Let's
press
rewind.
&Start this shit over this time.
Recreation.
Nix the hostile accusations.
Fuck the complications.
No more deviation on the current situation.
Cut this shit out; it's damn near unattractive.
Temporary forms of fake happiness- become inactive.
That shit's now passive.
Start
this story...
over.
Same beginning.
Deter from the crazed ass ending-
&Rationalize actual truth.
Cause if one more philosophy brushes past someone's inexperienced lips
History's event will only repeat it's shit.
The
pursuit of
happiness.
Bittersweet myth our souls seem to caress.
Disown the idea that unrelenting bliss will be so easy as to receive
Or achieve.
It's a pursuit for a fucking reason.
Take
action.