I’m nineteen, but I reason better than some double my age. I see through life’s glasses and I never hesitate to turn life’s pages I too know what it's like to be in love and I've been broken-hearted. Like you I worry restless about the day that hasn't started. I am surrounded by prejudice, seems everyone’s gave up the fight. Still, like you, within me there’s a love that conquers hate. For years I've consumed it's the knowledge that opens life’s gates.
its funny, petty words thrown onto the screen of your computer are supposed to describe who I am, what i stand for, and give you a biased opinion on whether I am the type of person you could even begin to comprehend or even make simple talk to. In a world where people hide behind their fake bodies and painted on faces, who's to say those words that you had no intention of grasping in the first place are even fact about me or my life? I could be just like you. I could sit back and watch the world fall into pieces like the civilizations of past, yet fall asleep at night worrying about next months fashion. Or maybe I'm not like the clones and androids of the present day. Maybe im not afraid to tell the truth or fall in love. Maybe I dont cower behind a television but actualy try to make this world a world worth living in.
maybe i am just a hypocrite.
