The stupid feeling!

 
How much do I need to feel myself better?
Just a tasty one doughnut and the bottle of juice,
To spend my free time with best friends, however
There’s something wrong, there’s some kind of confuse.
 
Every time I’m alone in my room,
This horrible feeling brings me that torture.
And maybe it’s my merited doom,
For being too young, too immature.
 
So many deeds have been done,
So many words have been turned into water...
I’m sure, I am absolutely dumb,
On a hundred percent or a quarter.
 
If you have the same situation-
Congratulate! You are an ordinary spoilt being.
Who lives in our moral, legal nation,
Which is meaningless, it’s killing!
 
It makes us unhappy and weak,
Our modern society is irrational by itself.
I really don’t wanna live in it, I am sick!
I cannot be free without killing myself…