Fuck You, Again.

I wonder how many people in this world live the kind of life I live. I wonder how many people get flack from their teachers about their health, about not being smart enough, about not being capable of doing things. I wonder how many people know what it's like to be told by their parents that everyone in their child's pool of study is brighter than they are, or what it's like to be abused and not be allowed to talk about it for fear of what will happen. I wonder how many kids know what it's like to live in fear. I wonder how many truly know what it's like to be in a long distance relationship, to be in love with someone thousands of miles away, and not be able to hold and kiss them whenever you feel like it. I wonder how many kids my age have been put down their entire lives by everyone who surrounds them. I wonder how many of those kids still try to stand up at the end of the day.

I wonder how many have been stabbed in the back repeatedly by others who are supposed to be their best friends, in an endless cycle of friends who come and go. I wonder how many kids know what it feels like to be neglected by their parents, and grow up without them even when they're there.

I wonder how many kids really, really know what it feels like to be alone, and have no support from anyone.

I wonder how many kids have been ripped apart, and forced to put themselves back together, by themselves, so no one can know that they are broken in the first place.

I wonder how many kids just wish that the rest of the world saw everyone for who they truly are, not the show they put on for others to see.

I wonder what's wrong with this world. What's wrong with me. What's wrong with you, and everyone around you.

--V