What I Believe, No One Else Seems To Poem by Gary Diamond

I'm not making this up.
No movie script and no form of starlet.
It's a mundane truth
And it's a killer.

I'm trying to keep this mind of mine open
I'm trying to keep it naive while bringing it experience
I'm building a goddamn palace of marble
But all I've learnt so far
Is nothing but broken red brick.

Wisdom. This application of a knowledge.
I've applied all I've learnt and the next piece of wisdom was
Nobody else is even trying.
Nobody cares for the effort.
So much for taking an interest
So much for beautifying the soul.

Being human is a terrible racket.
I want to jump out of this body and burn it
I don't like it
I'm trying to kill it
Though I don't have to try that hard
Because everyone else is handing me the knife

In the form of barbed insults
In the form of chosen ignorance
In the form of brainwashing they fell for
Culture and art paint distorted visions of truth and beauty
Everyone buys into these petty vanities.

It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't have to be a struggle for the pointless.
Our culture is so twisted that
Women are the new men
Knowledge is power, and yet its free
While it costs a pretty penny
To indulge shallow vanity
In the form of cosmetic surgery.

I've been believing these things for years
Since I was a child the world looked slanted
Now I'm older, I can put facts to faces
I can make my demons manifest
I can let them loose at will.
Soon I'll explode in an orgy of blood and rage
And nothing
Nothing
Will be able to stand in my way.