People can be extraordinarily selfish, it makes me sick just thinking about people's unusual self-centered personality. I have only met a few people who are truly kind and who help others before themselves, one of which is my best friend who lives 3,000 miles away but is soon gonna be living with me. If people could be more like her there wouldn't be so much sadness or pain cause others would truly be there for their friends and not just say it. I can't remember the last time I made a big deal out of anything cause I know there are problems bigger and much more painful then any I may have. I love life and nothing is going to change that. The bigger portion of society needs to take their heads out of their asses and stop making such a big deal out of such small problems.
with that being said I wrote this:
Masks of false emotions
This is not how I truly feel
All is not well
Far from ok
Sickened by society
Hurt by selfishness

My heart is filled with pity
My lungs are filled with hatred
I breathe in anger and fear
There is no sign that hope is near

We watch as the world spins
Ask our selves why people punish themselves for their sins
What doesn’t make sense to us
Makes sense to others
Keep your mouth shut
And your ears open
Maybe you could learn a thing or two
About the real you

My eyes only see war
My ears only hear slander
I can see change
But even that has a range

Many ask themselves what is the point
No answer has been scientifically proven
But you live day by day
Only to see that everything keeps moving
It’s no secret that life is a plant in itself
It breathes and every now and then needs to be taken off the shelf

My hands only feel the sharp blades of lessons learned
My head only thinks about love lost
I hope I will never again be burned
By the unadulterated feeling of lust

I’ve come so far from being a child
My feeling of love however has been sick and mild
I hope that one day I find my way out
Of this dilute jar of feelings I no longer need
Like anger, fear, and hatred
Others live off a picture perfect façade
I keep my distance from that jagged knife
Maybe you are my ticket out of this hell whole I call life