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This is for you. . .

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When they ask me, how are you? How is it going? I, like every other person in the world, adding onto the hurricane of lies, respond with, oh, me? Why I am doing just fine! Just fine. . .Fine if you mean by, Still hurting, Still broken, Still bleeding, fine if you mean by:


Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional


Which is an acronym that perfectly fits the meaning of fine. Is THAT what you would rather hear? Because it's nothing but the truth…Yeah, of course you don't, I should have known. Although, do not fail to see that I'm just like everyone else. I'm no where close to perfect. Sometimes I lie, sometimes I cheat, and under my façade of joy, there's always a part of me that feels out of place. If my disguise has fooled you, then that equals victory for me. The phrase 'I'm only human' is an excuse, an excuse for those who act as if they do not know any better, and who are consumed by power and hate. Have you noticed that everything is built upon sugar-coated lies? It is all but a tangled hassle of bullshit. It seems as though none know the difference, between your average white lie, and a lie that breaks you down to the core, for there is a fine line that separates the two.

So let us try a different approach, how are you? How am I you ask? HOW THE FUCK AM I??!!!?!? I'm just fine!! It is all so perfectly fucking FINE. I mean, the ice caps are melting, children are starving, some animals are being led into near extinction, the innocent are still dying, still suffering…Hell, the sky could be even falling! But you know it's all fine of course as you can see. Not to mention, our economy crashing, propaganda seems to be our new best friend, and absolute corruption is only a heartbeat away. Peace is a dream that is forever lost, wars keep raging, hearts are breaking, there is nothing at all to be worried about, not good enough of a reason, to put any care in the world. You're just doing your own thing aren't you? Because money and flashy materialistic things happen to be the recipe to our nation…so of course it's not good enough of a reason to change your greedy, uncompassionate self.


How do you expect to know the truth, when you so ignorantly shut it out? How do you expect to fix the issue when you are clearly in denial of something being anything but perfect?? Or when you wrongly assure people that everything is okay? Because…it's not. It's really not. This false sense of security fenced around our lives won't hold for much longer, and some of us are already starting to recognize the flaws. After all this grief, this hurt, this brokenness, perhaps someone else can tell me, if there is any dignity left in the world? Or self worth, or integrity? Or love, true unconditional love? Because love conquers all…right?!? Or am I wrong? Maybe, love doesn't conquer all. Maybe it's not as strong as we thought, and that even the strongest kind of love can be broken. . .

I'm fine…is a blatant lie. And so I will just say, don't worry about me, why the hell should someone like you care? You ask it only for the sake of asking, for the sake of something to say, to fill in the dead silence, the dead awkward silence that feels like the blade of a dagger stabbing you, eating you away, unless a conversation is carried…and so you speak of something so simple, for lack of a better thought, yet of something you do not mean, nor mean to care of what the answer could be. It's not as if you are the one whose life feels as though it is falling apart directly at the seams, whose eyes that cry every other night, Or whose heavy heart that's bleeding. Fuck your 'concerns.'

Just don't say anything you do not mean.

You have already chosen your place in this world. And I have chosen mine. You've decided that you're done. But I'm still trying. I'm still here. Still here for the souls such as myself. For all the dreamers, for all the believers, for all the Idealists, this is for you. To all who wonder why everything seems so broken, To all who are forced to feel alone, abused, or neglected, THIS IS FOR YOU. To all the ones who are still hanging in there, with high hopes and faith, I'm still here for you, And I am not going anywhere
I read this at writers week, which is this thing at my school where u can ready anything from poetry to essays. Twas a cool experience :) lotsa good feeback too.
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PureRealization's avatar
Did you write this? Or just read it? Its amazing! I'm speechless - it covers everything. All the issues and how people are too self absorbed to actually give a damn about other people or other issues that are affecting the world and will inevitably affect them, as well. Amazing.