Hidden

Leo

This is interesting. Someone dropped this at my feet while I was rattling my tin along with a stub of pencil. I wonder if I should sell it. Nah I think I'll keep it. The first said this will be a book of secrets apparently. Well I certainly have a lot of secrets and hidden thoughts to tell. My name in Leo. We are as poor as can be. We live in a house that looks more like a few pieces of wood strung together than a house. Mother works long hours doing laundry for the few clients she can get. Father is sent to work at the dangerous coal mining factory when heavy machinery never stop. His job is to clean off gears while they are still turning. Oiling it and wiping as such. But despite the danger the wages are low and there is no compensation for injury.

We have few possessions we own. A single bed, a few dishes and ragged mat for eating on. Even with Mother and Father working almost full time it is not enough to get by. Everyday I go out onto the richest streets banging a tin cup and hoping for change to come rattling my way. Quite literally. Most days are unsuccessful and the rich looks down at me with disdain either thinking I'm pretending or that I'm not worth their time. I see it in their eyes, the way they try to avoid catching my eye and the way they begin speed up their pace as they pass by me.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't been brought into this world if I was only going to live my life in poverty. I hate that part of myself because it makes me feel as if I'm blaming this on my parents. It is not their fault yet I can't help but think they shouldn't have given birth to me if it meant another mouth to feed. I hide these feelings deep within me and bury them underneath many things but they still nag at the back of mind. Like an uncomfortable itch I can't reach. It irritates me yet I can't get rid of this feeling.

I hate the unfair society I was born into, and sometimes I even hate my parents for bringing me into this society. There I've said it. Even words on paper is not enough to describe the depth I hate myself for these feelings. Society is unfair. Everything depends on what status in society you're born into that's what I believe. Those who are born with good parents have a bright future to look forward to. They barely have to do anything because their parents have done most of the hard work for them already to provide them with the best opportunities. People who are born poor work harder than all the rest yet they aren't noticed and are barely acknowledged. It truly is an unfair society we live in.

I guess I'll have to leave this book elsewhere now. There are no more secrets to tell from me. I've emptied all of myself into this book. It doesn't matter who reads it next I just hope they understand. Society is unfair. I wish for it to be fair but that never truly come true. There will always be status and class in the way. Goodbye.