Cold Hard Truth
Sometimes I think that maybe we were all meant to be this way. I don’t know anymore. This world confuses me so much. There are people so evil that they would kill babies… babies for god sake! And there are also people so good that they risk their lives to save others. Those are our true heroes. Not these Hollywood stars with all the money and power. Men and Women who do it because they care, because they can’t stand to see innocents die. Our heroes are Soldiers, Firefighters, Police Officers, Paramedics, Doctors, Security Guards, Red Cross Relief Workers, and any single person who willingly risks their lives to save ours. Honor them, not the movie stars. Our views have become so distorted on what is right, what is acceptable and what is wrong. Is it right for a child to be tossed around from home to home because people only want the check they bring in? Is it right that Thousands of children starve each day while Movie stars spend millions on their houses and their cars? Is it right that the people who get all the credit for something did nothing to earn that credit? Is it right to start war on another nation because we don’t like their ethics? Or because they pissed us off? Is it right that families like mine and some of my friends have barely anything to live on, to survive on because our parents can’t function “properly” in society? Who the hell are they to judge me, to judge us? Do they know you; I mean really know you, not just your “life story” in their little manila folders? Why the hell do I have to suffer because society sees my lineage and disowns me? I want to know how they sleep at night. With all the killing in the world, all those innocent people dieing because they don’t look the same, don’t talk the same, don’t believe the same thing as we do. NEWS FLASH! NOBODIES PERFECT OR NORMAL! Nobody and that’s the cold hard truth. Can I ask also why I have to be saying this to the world? I’m sixteen years old but I feel like I’m thirty. Thanks a lot society for making me so old and cold.
Regrets
In life, we sometimes do things we wish we could take back. I wish I could take back a lot of things. Things I've said and things I've done. I can wish to take them back but there already gone, like a verbal Dodo bird. Oh, I'm sorry that wasn't what I meant, let me hit the rewind button. But life doesn't work like that. Time doesn't bend or reverse, its stuck in drive. Driving us back into oblivion. Like a phoenix falling to ashes. Even the fabled Gods fall in time. They might not literally fall but they fall because there is no one who believes enough to hold them up. Inmortallity is just a pleasent concept because no one lives forever. Try as they might, they grow old and die off like leaves on a tree. Each new year brings both life and death. You never have one without the other. The preverbial circle crafts who we are, and who we become. And what we become is molded by words or actions that we wish were never said or done.