Prose and poetry

Why

-Why can't I fight to gain money ?

-It's forbidden.

-But people beat me up to have my money, and nothing happened to them.

-It's different.

-How? And forget I even asked it, I'm gonna ask again ; why can't I kill people to gain a territory ?

-Excuse me ?

-But countries and armies are doing it right ? So why can't I ?

-Stop thinking about this kind of thing. You are 8 years old. Go to school.

-But I know that I will never achieve anything in school. And YOU know it too. So why are you making US lose time in something we both know is never gonna work ?

-Go do your homework and sleep. NOW.

After this kind of scene, I remember hearing my mom screaming or crying. I always knew it was my fault, and I always knew that I would one day be someone without a work without the opportunity to have or obtain one. Because my brain is slowly dying. Too slowly for it to be over in ten years, but rapidly enough to make my life a living hell.

"Be happy. Now that you know what is life, maybe you'll enjoy death."