vent

in a way I saw myself as an insignificant piece a little dot in this society grow up, study, get job, live for myself news were borings for me demonstration, murder, injustice, new rules all of those felt like a far away reality for my life someone died, it's a stranger so why bother? someone jailed for injustice, the law has always flawed, nothings new, keep quiet and cut off your mind if you want to live someone being tricked by the one they trust, why do they trust other? don't they know the only one you can trust is yourself? 'not my circus, not my clown' apathetic over my surroundings those words are my bubbles till it's popped today 'if this could happen to others, what make me thinks that it couldn't happen to me?' that line popped the bubble fear, hatred, anger, despair filled me why am I being so hypocrite? why am I being so blind? maybe I was never blind maybe I know from the start but I ran away because feeling useless make me sad because knowing even if I felt indignation it would not change anything so I ran away turning blind eyes using those lines to comfort my cowardice I don't want it anymore I can't change 180° degree into someone different so I want to take this baby step I will be brave