World

World

Growing up you realize the world is much different than what you once expected. You aren’t the fairy tail character of your imagination. You aren’t the next president of the United States. You are what they make you out to be. What they want you to be. 

Instead of wanting to be you, to be different than everyone around you, society has taught you to hate your differences, and to become more like the norms. At this point you are afraid to branch out anymore, too afraid to be condoned for liking something other than what they implanted in you so long ago. Instead of everyone being what they want and who they want you witness the love and character in this world slowly dying. Being replaced with the mindless robots of today that constantly claw towards the top of some imaginary chain of success. 

You are involuntarily separated into groups. Those who fit in. And those who do not. Who made these groups? Your so-called peers? Instead of working together to try and better our futures we are just constantly fighting. Fighting about what we believe in, versus what someone else does. Shouldn’t we all just try to help each other get through this instead of trying to prove ourselves right? Another word that has corrupted this place I once thought was magical. Right. Who is right? Is anything ‘right’? Right is a word that is used to justify what someone is doing for their benefit. Rarely is it used in a positive meaning. Is that right?

Scars and cracks form the past are no longer accepted in this world. They are deemed ugly. Those who possess pain from the past are deemed disgusting. Why? Isn’t that what the world is today? Just one big scar. One big crack. One big mistake. Cracks in a road can be paved over, true. But can the cracks inside of us? When you are alone, really thinking about the world, about yourself. Do you like what you find? In such a twisted place that we call home the cracks are all but immune to fixing. 

Does anything really change? 

Can anything really be fixed? 

Can you change?