I know Now.

I know now.
I know now that a life worth living is a life with something to look forward to.
I know now that when people say keep pushing forward they not only speak to me, but also everyone else.
They speak in way that only they can understand completely.
I know now that the people struggling day by day, minute by minute are leaning a false hope of security from this society we live in.
I know nowthat in their eyes we are nothing but pawns in giant game chess.
I Know now that the heart and soul of our society is based upon beauty and popularity,
No longer is it needed for you to be smart to be on top, only pretty and sociable.
But how can one be sociable when society looks down on well meaning educated people.
Now adays if your smart your a nerd, and have no social life. But if your surrounded my people even if you don't know more than ten of their names you've got a whole life ahead of you.
I know now that its expected for a women to not have a right set of mind.
We are not in the old days.
Men are not always right.
Women now are portrayed as bitches more and more as time passes
And most of us just brush it off like its normal to be looked down on.
I know now that we are pushed to the point of insanity, to the point where there are more "crazy" people than there are sane.
You'll be fine.
Its just a fazz.
You'll grow out of it.
Everything's fine.
I know now we can't stand to hear the words spoken to us push us further into the backs of our minds to a place where we are trapped in our feelings.
Stop.
Stop telling us we'll be fine, giving us a false sense of security.
What we know now and what we are learning are two different aspects of the world worth living in.
So telling that one person to hold on, or that it will get better is like pushing your own false fantasies into a head. They just echo continuously on frequency that only we can hear, repeating only what we want to hear but will never achieve.
Stop telling us it will be OK,
Stop telling us we can hold on for a little while longer
Its like telling us to hold our breath until we can no longer feel any sense of our bodies.
We are farther apart in the sense that we arent perfect, we try so hard cutting and shaping. Painting and dying.
We have lost sight of the truth in front of us.
We are all beautiful.
We all have problems.
Words. Can't. Fix. Everything.
In societies eyes we can change and always get better,
But in our eyes everything's perfect and we can only get stronger.
Pushing ourselves to our own set limits.
Things aren't as they seem in the lives we lead.
I know now that the only true judge of myself is myself.
I know now.

~Danielle F. Crement.