The Joy

 
I’m sick of these meaningless borders:
All these stupid and naïve orders.
They are always built in front of my face,
Even though I’m the creator of my living trace.
 
Everyone knows what to do with my life.
Instead of shut up they continue to dive
Into my dark ocean of sorrows and issues.
Hey, people! I don't want these life-saving missions!
 
But they just don’t hear me and that’s not a surprise!
Because if they stop, their problems will rise.
And they will be smashed, crying:” For what we were born?”
A fascinating scene, even better than porn.