Monologue

Gut feeling

Do you ever get that feeling?
The feeling of the hole in your heart the one that can't be filled like a water fall every thing you try to put in just spills.
That feeling was the worst.
It's like someone sold your house and the only thing left we're the clothes in your back, that's all you have left.
Left and right why aren't they the same?
In my brain both sides start to fight one says to think clearly the other is too focused on what I'm feeling to pay attention to the surroundings of the situation of the desperateness and desperation.
I'm always stuck with no clue.
I'm left all alone but I'm here too.
I can hear my father yelling.
I can hear my mother cry.
I can hear my sister say
"This is why I wanna die."
I can see the sparks come up.
I can see the war begin.
I can see the family tearing
And there is no way to mend the ends.
I was stuck again left to watch it burn.
To watch my family fade away and the smiles never return.
I born to be an outcast cast to the side.
Meant to be a substitute on the sidelines.
Once you go out your lane your met with the flames the ones you saw start at a very young age.
We're poisoned when we're young.
Only a few can meet glory.
Those of you who meet her tell her I said to save more people so they don't become my story.
Before I new nothing it was all so simple
Then I got older and the plot became thicker.
Characters began to have more depth.
My perfect world had flaws that I didn't know existed.
Then I found there were sides but more than 2. I thought it was only good and bad but now the bad can be good too?
I'm still stuck and I can't figure it out.
Why is it that I'm the only one that cares about me?
Everyone else only cares about them.
We all feel ignored.
We all want to scream and tell each other that I'm here too.
We all wish we had that feeling.
The one that makes us feel whole.
The one that can makes us happy.
Even when we turn old.
We all want that feeling so we can feel free.
We will at last feel one with the earth, wind, and sea.