Knowing everything is changing now kills me. One day they're happy and the next everything has fallen apart. It's a short amount of time until I myself join them in the insanity we call a reality.
But if insanity is reality, then who's to say we're not the mad ones? That maybe the truth is being hidden from us from those who are marked with the term insanity. Like insanity is the key to genius, that we're lacking. As if schizophrenics heard everything going on and were trying to spread the truth.
Truth that society is trying to hide. To make us more "uniform" so no one "will get hurt". To "prevent us from being 'disturbed'". So we can't realize the truth. Those phrases "You're just a child you don't/won't understand" haunt our pasts. Maybe telling us you won't/don't understand prevents us from understanding.
Instead of giving us a chance to learn, we get shut out because we're "too young" or "there's no way we could comprehend anything that's going on". Do they think we don't feel anything? We see hunger, pain and depression in everything and everyone around us. Helping the situation, is shockingly, what we want to do.
We can't go by nose goes and pointing fingers forever.
Everything and one has a purpose they say so don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that. I know that. But if you think, we go through our daily routine, the same day in and day out, you start to get curious.
What is my purpose? Why am I here? In my mind I see more and more doors shutting everyday. Scholarships, college opportunities, people who I'll never talk to because I'm scared to, these are all doors slamming in my face.
A long hallway with so many closed doors. I wonder though, if I'm supposed to go back and open them. Maybe just a crack, and leave it open. Letting the light stream out into the hall.
After I crack open all the doors, I'll see a huge light at the end of the hall. My fate and my destiny, I'll have finally found it. Let me tell you, I will run. Run faster than I ever have.
All of the other doors that once shut me out will fling open trying to suck me back into them. It's going to be hard to refuse what I once so desperately sought. I'll leave my past behind and drop everything.
Anything to leave behind being shut out by everything again...
