disgust

I'm not content with my own mind
it's like a resentment of a new kind.
I thought everything would be fine,
but it turns out that nothing is mine.
This new contemplation
creates a new examination.
I'm sick of things old,
I need life to be bold.
Throughout my life I thought I knew what I wanted,
but I could never get anything without it being flaunted.
Respect, arts, literature,
come draw me a new picture.
I feel like I've heard it all,
I'm not impressed,
its another stupid fall.
I'm sick of excuses, absolution, save all this extenuation.
I need determination and rationalization.
Save it, I'm done.