Inner Monologue

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They called me the silent girl but little did they knew that I was a punk album.

Always wished for the holes of the pepper container to clog but never did it click that sweet corn soup needs a bit of flavour in it to make it taste better.

Always blamed the pepper container for leaving company of the salt container first. Little did I knew that salt and pepper weren't matches made in heaven.

Maybe it's time for me to buy glasses from that shop up the cliff and let the pepper jar outburst on to my soul. Little will it ever know that I was wearing glasses because it never bothers to look down at me. Maybe it does...I don't know. I am not the pepper container.

Maybe it's time for me to do a strip dance with the helping hand and ride on it's fingers....buttttt

My godfather was is or will ever be serious when it will be the time to give the heart.

Boom boom....little did I knew that my enemy wasn't the pepper container but the Godfather in me which resided in my heart and held that monstrous boulder tight.

Is it necessary to get rid of one's godfather so that one does not end up in OBLIVION???.....No,it's not....maybe the solution is to train the devil residing behind your temple in such a way that it is never attracted to the monster but only to the pepper container.

As time passed I knew that the monstrous boulder came to my life because people like me have developed their theories of killing their godfather before and it came to me for time pass. But the pepper container always loved me and devoted her entire life to me. I'm sorry pepper container for calling you evil. AND that nasty salt container deserves  nothing but to be mixed with the water flowing down the cliff or just get married to the monstrous boulder.
But you know what would happen then...... there would be no existence of evil in this world because one night salt container and monstrous boulder had such a great fight that they both ended up killing each other.
You might be thinking that is probably a nice thing....it ain't. It's too nasty.

A world which is utopia would make people so so so nice that the mask selling factories would have to shut down then. And so would everyone's uniqueness. Maybe it is better for things not to change or the best would be that salt container and monstrous boulder be in a living relationship.
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Heyy readers.
It's my first publication....
If you have come to this end you are definitely the greatest human I have ever met and probably my favourite. I know it's not so good but I am trying. This is just an outburst of emotions I had reserved in me. How better could I make it? I am only sixteen.
Love,
dystopian_girl16