Why have we been wronged?
We live in a society that takes
and takes
and takes.
I want to be given the rights I deserve,
So many wins and loses.
So many changes.
My life of 16 years has lead to this passing moment,
the seconds pass by,
so easily forgotten.
Only some are burned into my memory.
They pop up as frequently as a passing breeze,
There one moment,
gone the next.
When I was younger,
I moved around to different states,
different countries,
different continents.
I have seen cultures that have prospered,
and some that are ruined.
Each one forging a new perspective of my world.
Let me escape with the rest of the luck I have.
With words,
With letters,
From some random language.
My mind is constantly consumed
by worlds that will never exist
With people that were never real.
I cry for my game,
I feel so deeply for a thing that I run for,
bleed for,
hurt for.
I despise everything that makes me feel like this,
But I play to feel some triumph
In life, in my mind.
Noises constantly in the background,
Songs,
Voices,
Music.
I love every word spoken that tells me
‘I understand you’
In a million different ways.
My society rips away anything I could hold close,
No empathy,
No sorry’s,
They give me a lollipop,
Say ‘A band-aid can fix it!’
As I sit in my grief with no other hope of escaping.
I understand the world and everything it takes.