fuckin' proud of this little piece of poetry

if this involves my freedom of speech or willingness to listen, am i allowed to speak? do i have a choice to listen? do i have to live life your way? if that's the only reason i'm on this planet is to follow your orders, count me out. did you hear that correctly, do i need to repeat myself? i refuse to live life your way. that's the purpose of my existence; to resist everything you've got. society isn't capable of grasping this concept, but i'm a metalhead. there are always song titles i can think of when people like you won't stop telling me how to live. 'whatever you got, i'm against it' by murderdolls, or 'people hate me' by murderdolls, or 'pure hatred' by chimaira, or 'replica' by fear factory, where he sings 'i don't want to live that way', pick a metal song, i can explain how it sings against people like you. people like you are responsible for the destruction of my life, but would you take responsibility, or keep blaming it on me? who's the real child here? why can't you grasp that i don't have to live how you want me to? what part of that don't you understand? where in the concept of 'i'm not you' are you dumb enough to get confused? do i have to keep asking these same questions for the rest of my life? will i ever get a legitimate answer, something with more human effort that doesn't puss out before the satisfaction line is reached? aren't you the least bit curious yet why i oppose society like a thumb? have i overloaded your brain yet, have i asked you too many questions? stop typing in all caps, learn how to fucking spell and form a sentence, and then i might be inspired to act more like you. till then, i'm living life my way, and you're just gonna have to grow up and come to terms with that. every person on this planet does not have to be a 'you' clone. you need to stop telling people how to live your life, and let them speak freely, or sites like this need not exist. the internet doesn't need a boss, and neither do i. you do not own me, and you need to get that through your thick skull. it all comes back to the point in my first question; did i ask for your loving input? no, i did not. i was asking for sympathy, not orders. there is a massive difference. see, sympathy heals. orders kill. that's exactly why i'm living this way, i'm sick of following orders, building a system that doesn't want me. i'll bet you twenty bucks, you're one of those 'one world government' supporters, aren't you? slavery, fascism, tyranny, that's okay with you? really? for me to have no choice whatsoever, you think that's okay? yet another reason i've dropped off your morbid pyramid, but that's not your responsibility to know. if you don't know me, and don't understand anything about me, why must you keep stomping on my life and telling it how to grow like a weed in a sidewalk of your precious, perfect happy world, why must i keep encountering your negative, finger-pointing, mirrored insult, pot-and-kettle, closed-minded, order-throwing kind? why can't you just leave me alone and stop telling me how to live? that's what pushes me away from your society more and more each time. are you capable of comprehending that? how stupid do you have to assume i am to still want to live in your mold? to want your god, your job, your IQ. why can't you stop? why can't you stop? why can't you stop telling me how to live? do you think that's the normal way to behave? do you think that's acceptable? excusable? can you not give up on this dictatorship and let me breathe for once, let me speak, let me experiment? do you even think the freedom of speech should exist? would you rather piss on the constitution, the bill of rights, the declaration? i've declared my independence from you so many times, i could laugh in reverse, but all scientific evidence tells me you have yet to evolve ears, which is why you're not hearing me, could i be more correctly observing this situation than you? is that a possibility in your perfect holy world? can you ask your god if my question makes sense to you? if you can't fit me in your head, stop trying. perhaps i don't belong in your moldy mold, you're shoving a square peg into your round hole, and not wondering why it won't go, that's the argument science and religion have been caught in for decades now, but someone's not paying attention, so if a scientist discovers evolution quietly in a forest, does god know? hmm... boy, i can see how these questions would puzzle you, but i don't care, it's my job in this life to offend everyone and pry those third eyes open without mercy, so... ooh, sorry, you need a tidy wipe? are we done yet? can i be understood yet? i've only been caught in this loop of yours for twenty years now, but go ahead, keep it going, i'm loving this argument, i've almost got it diagnosed, then i can turn in my dissertation and get my futhermuckin' ph.d. and since i don't have a wall, i'll hang it on yours, how's that sound? still wanna keep this argument going? still wanna keep telling me how i'm supposed to live your life to comfort you cause you can't admit how scared you are to deny that you don't know what darkness we're flying through, or what part of it you actually constitute? does it blow your mind that we're standing on the surface of a living organism and above our heads is infinity? does that hurt your brain? did i kill a brain cell? is that five points? are you dizzy? do you need to take a nap? cause that little concept makes my brain tingle like my pineal gland just had an orgasm, so i'm gonna keep picking my nose obsessively like a kid with a spinny hat, and you can keep trying to lead this pack of retarded sheep in the wrong direction and see how far you get, just let this one ugly sheep go off on his own, and find the source of this telepathic tingling in the twilight of your highest sanity from fifteen thousand years ago... did i miss something? where'd he go?