Here is a thought, not a poem or a story.
What are we actually doing here.
Why do we get to walk and talk, cry and laugh.
I've always been that person who will just think too much then just stare out into space and ask "why am I here".
What is our purpose.
Questions so many questions.
All unanswered.
We will only find out those answers when we find ourselves.
So the reason we don't know those answers is because we haven't found ourselves yet.
I haven't found myself yet.
Maybe I never will.
But I'm trying.
Its hard in this society, this corrupt world we live in.
If you don't have money, do don't have anything which is true but I wish it wasn't.
I hate how being a smart teenager is basically the same as being a black man in the 60's.
If you know what you want to do and have a plan for it you must ask to do anything.
And I'm tired of that.
I want a job I want to save up so much money so I can move the hell out of my abusive family.
And not tell them where I end up.
Because honestly I hate this.
Being treated like I have no say I hate it being a kid is so fucking hard and all the adults don't understand because when we try to tell them they don't even listen.
They don't even see.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
