Creative Writing of a senior high student

Justice

I'm confused, so confused about everything, why am I so fucking blind, even though I know what is right and wrong , people always abuse me all the time. I wish I could speak by myself without the help of other people so that everyone will know what is the truth behind all those things. I only had one purpose to this world, my purpose is to deliver the truth to everyone who seeks it, even if it hurts in their part. To me every one is equal, and I don't give a damn even if you are rich or poor. I may be valuable but money can't buy me. But in the end they still use me , bought me like an expensive toy, a puppet to be controlled by those fucking fat people wearing a suite. Sadly there is nothing I can't do, and I can't give people what they deserved anymore, for I am being controlled by those filthy bastards who is becoming richer and richer because of me.