why is there hate
in a world made with love?
why do we state
that people are wrong?
why is rape something that goes on?
why are there monsters
inside of our heads?
why do we dread?
why don't people see themselves
as blank canvas,
with scars and freakles as sketches?
why do we live for someone else?
why can't we love ourselves?
why am i not allowed to speak
my mind?
why must i hide behind,
an image that in not mine?
why are our dreams so limited?
why do i even stand for this?
YOU ARE READING
alright.
Short Storyare you okay? yeah, im alright. •••••••••• All copy write belongs to @ashtonschuckle- no stealing ideas or themes of the story.
