SWORD TO WORDS
This new world?? it sucks! yeah, I mean it. Everything sucks. I don’t wanna live here but I have to. It’s full of discrimation, of favoritism, of lies, of faithless people, of crabs, of plastic reconciliation, of hatred, of apathy, of misunderstandings, of fake cries, of mindless thoughts, of killings, of fear, of rebels,of unreachable prides, of worthless arguments, of chaos, of whatever….. I’m sick of it, really. But I don’t cry or make a nonsense drama for it. I do laugh about it.
I wished HItler is still alive so that the ‘not-beautiful’ people would be washed out and so no more discrimination and the ‘beautifuls’ would be happy. Anyway, the aches are already enough for the little people to die. Only beautiful faces have the right to live right. They are the ones who are always noticed everytime, everywhere… ‘Non-appealing’ people have no space here. (I’m one of them). It feels hopeless when you’re not given the chance to shine and even all the time, undeserving people replace you for that shine you should have. They cover the spotlight when it is pointed out to you and you’ll just be a shadow on their back. What hurts more is that you can’t fight for yourself because they are so tough like a rock, yeah, a floating rock on water.
It’s so embarassing how others react for amusement and to see their innocence looking at those pretty faces. In fact, they can’t see any heart, just the colorful dress. I’m also sick of staring at them when they cheat while you take hard on something. And nobody cares because they knew these people are always perfect, that they know anything. Yeah! They already conquered all, the attention, the prize, the gift, the standing ovation, the best of everything. What is left for us? the rejection, the shame, the price, the empty crowd, the least of everything. Despite these unmercy achievements, the stunning faces are so dramatic at the stage as if to look pitiful. And the genuine people just sit there hiding while watching those stupid people.
Another kind, some make themselves an outcast to the crowd, it’s not the crowd that makes them outcast. It’s not right for them to say ‘the world against me’, it should be ‘I against the world’… Others cry for this chaotic world but they don’t get anything from those wasted tears. No change, no improvement, nothing. While crying, they are just passed by others and as if they can’t hear any sound of weeps.No returns. And when they stopped, they stand up with oblation.LOL
It’s good for the nice people to fix again the plates of this broken world and I hope they won’t give up from the unrelenting pain. I’m confused why these people are still doing it. They are already fully-stained with blood.
And me? I sleep afraid to go to sleep. So I’m awake all night until the moonlight seizes. What do I do? I’m thinking. Thinking about the problems of the new world, the different people, and the ’me’. The consequence: The more the intention to accept, the more it hurts. I can’t move forward. I just look at the gray sky and feel the coldness as my hair pulls my skin.LOL
No need to say sorry, thank you and i love you.
