No support

I'm still lone. The situation is repeating itself. No support. Everyone's against me. Is that what I think it is? Or is it for real? No one understands. I mean, it's everyone for themselves. You're a toy in other people's hands. Accept it. You have no choice. Create your own colorful inner world and forget about the rest, everything will be decided for you. Your opinion doesn't matter, you're absent, you don't exist. Resistance will lead to nothing. It's another birthday. 40 years old. I'm sitting in the kitchen, alone with myself. The phone is silent. Let it be. These are my colors, rhythms, melodies, words. It's like I'm back on track again, it's nothing. I'll create from the void, from a white sheet, a space for myself, fill it with meaning, and then? And then the situation repeats itself again. No support. Accept it. You don't exist. I'm sitting in the kitchen. Created space using the void. I like that.