|Focusing on Today (standard:poetry, 468 words)|
|Author: Kathy||Added: Dec 20 2001||Views/Reads: 2614/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Stream of conscience poem written in class while the teacher made us listen to weird music...|
What's the point of this. I'd never listen to this but I have to. Not as bad as I thought though. The screaming in the background is killing me here. Why are we made to do this exactly, what's it going to accomplish? When you think about it, there's no point to anything really. Why would we write this. Alright then. Olden times. Golden days don't seem so great. So why does everyone look back and compare now to then? Can't they just life for now instead of making our generation feel like crap? Cause when you really ponder, I mean really, isn't it them that made the world as it is today?? So how can they blame us for the crime, the hate , the rage. It's not our fault we're children of people who didn't really care. Let them be free, we won't raise them right, but it'll all be their fault so it's alright. No regrets, that's the way it should be. Not all the bull of what is you had done this, guess what...that's already happened, it's in the past. Yeah we can learn from it but what's all the fuss about what could've been done to prevent things when we should be focusing on today and what we can do now. We hear stories over and over again, stories we don't wanna hear, but we have to be polite and listen. Doesn't really make sense why. If I don't wanna listen I shouldn't have to. I don't wanna hear the stories, don't wanna hear about how things used to be, no one does. If they do it's just cause they can't handle life. Nothing is as bad as we think it is. People freak out over the stupidest things, good or bad, and expect others to be so happy for them. But why should we even care. No one really cares about anyone other than themselves or anything that doesn't really have to do with them. The only people in the world who really care are parents, and that's only about their own kids. And no one even knows anyone else. The entire world is full of pretences and still most people are happy. How can I be happy in such a crappy world. It seems impossible when you take a look at things. But remarkably I am. What's strange is that you do care for other people. Not too many, but you still do. Maybe it's the way someone was brought u or maybe it's just in them. I don't understand it, it's so out there, in your face that the world sucks and that all the previous statements are true, but we as humans beings defy theses concepts, I dunno how it can be true, or why it's false. Either way...whatever. Tweet
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