I live;
I live in a world where destruction and chaos are the building blocks of life.
I live in a world where life or death doesn't affect any decisions.
I live in a world where money is appreciated over everything else.
I live in a world where a song has to have a cuss word to have meaning.
I live in a world where it's every man for themselves, no matter the circumstance.
I live in a world where casual conversation relies on phones.
I live in a world where no one is happy;
Where no one can be themselves;
Where you're judged simply by breathing;
Sounds terrible, right?
It's ok. You don't have to cover it up.
Oh, wait. That's what everyone does;
Hide behind their personalized mask;
Made out of their hidden past.
Why do we hide?
Why do we care about our faults enough to make ourselves worse?
Why do we question the meaning of life, when we've been making our own for centuries?
Why do we...?
Why do we...?
