Entry 4: Shattered
She's a puzzle,
But she's falling apart,
So many scattered pieces,
Pieces of her heart.
Seems like no one,
Even cares,
Nothing can fix her,
Not even the clothes that she wears.
She hides the truth,
Under her skin,
Never lets the truth,
Sink in.
'Till the day comes,
When someone loves her for who she is,
She'll be unworthy to society,
For being different.
Wish she'd see the day,
When this would all end,
Where no one judged,
Where she was accepted.
She's crumbling,
Broken from the start,
From trying to pick up the shattered pieces,
Pieces of her heart.
Society is continuing to become more and more corrupt and careless. I'm not trying to be pessimistic, I'm just being real. I honestly feel like no one cares.
"Nobody cares unless you're pretty or dying."
That's so true, because today, I got hit in the face by a volleyball, and only ONE girl asked to see if I was okay. One out of the other six girls on my team.
Really? Is this what our society has come to? Where there's only a 1 in 6 chance that someone partially cares about you? How long will it be until it's a 0 out of 6 chance?
I'm afraid to see that day when it comes around. Is our society and world really turning into the cruel, careless, and coldhearted world that no one ever wants to see? Is it? Will it be a one in a million chance for someone to be nice to you in the next generation?
I wish I could do something; something to stop everyone from turning into a bunch of evil, selfish fuckers, who only care if you're dying. Wait, wait. You see the flaw in that?
People who only care if you're dying?
That means they DON'T actually give a crap about you. Those people are the people who feel sorry so they won't be hated on for being who they truly are. So people won't single them out for not doing what everyone else is doing; for pretending. They'll only pretend to care that you're dying.
It stings, but it's the truth.
Sucks to know that the person who you thought was "your friend", and was "nice", is really the complete opposite of what you thought, who only cares about their popularity, and will destroy you, and anyone who gets in their way. And with their power and popularity, they use it to have power over you.
Sometimes I wish I had the power of karma. Cause some people deserve a nice bitchslap for using you for support, and then ditching you when you're no longer useful to them anymore. I don't care about popularity, I just care about actually having true friends.
Do you have true friends? True friends stick up for you, no matter what, but will tell you when you've done wrong.
But how many fake, popularity-snatching, fake friends do you have? Think about it.
And it especially sucks, when they know the truth, and won't admit it, and no one else seems to believe it.
The truth hurts, but it's better than being devastated by lies.
"You never really know a person until they turn on you."
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