| | I wanted to believe in life again,Everytime I try, I dont.
Each time you believe and pull yourself up, the double the fall. Such is the sad nature of this world we are living. This world where nobody talks about anything at all, where happiness is so important, where fun is everything, and the people who suffer and watch these deeds done to have 'fun' and happiness', or the victims of these deeds are sacrificed, and inadvertently left behind.
No, being left behind and sacrificed to feel the pain that others choose not to feel, choose not to think about, it isn't even all. These people get talked about, rumours are spread, people look at the hurt with eyes, with scrutiny. And I wonder, just how fair this world is. That the hurt bite back their tongue, that the hurt let these people carry on with their deeds and ways so that they may achieve happiness and fun, whilst the hurt either die, or lead a path of insanity, or become so completely out-casted. And why? Why? It is because the hurt cared, they cared about the people's happiness and so much so that they were willing to sacrifice their own, for the greater good.
But to have these people talk about the hurt, to inflict on the hurt even more pain, just because the people can get away with it, because they can take advantage of it.
Believe me, I know, believe me. Believe us. For the minority holds the truth and the majority holds nothing. And soon the truth shall be ripped from us, and we all end up having nothing, until we see that the majority that stole our truth, ruined it, destroyed it, warped it, removed it, changed it, adulterated it, and we find our own truth again.
To be yourself, is all that you can be. You cant be anybody else. It may be the hardest battle to fight to keep your own identity, but to me, it is sheer impossible that I change for others. I change because, I become the change I want to see. I dont change, so that people will accept me. It is so easy to be accepted, so shallow, so, meaningless to belong nowadays, you dont have to talk about anything important, just pretend you're friendly, just crack jokes and hurl joking insults at each other, just do that, and I promise you, every individual in this society, will become the majority.
But I won't do that. Because, really. It means nothing. People don't talk about anything. And right now, for too long have my needs not been met. For too long, have i bit back my tongue. Now, I will stop pleasing other people, and I will meet the needs that have been so long, forgotten. |
