My Thoughts Are Colourful, Like Paint Splattered on a Blank Canvas

"I hate the way people act,
I hate the way they look at others.
I hate the way they treat others.
We're all equal.
No one is greater than another.
This is something people need to understand."

In a world full of hatred and misconceptions,
We yearn to find people to keep close.
But how are we to find those people, when they seem to be growing extinct?
Their numbers constantly dwindling as time passes by and society becomes even more corrupt.
It's hard. It is.
As people, we begin fading into the background.
No longer is one important to another.
The new best thing in life seems to be...
Drugs.

How is it that people can so easily,
so god damn easily,
let others out of their lives
for temporary happiness?
How is it that...

Narcotics have replaced the people we love the most?
Why is it that people look towards
being selfishly happy, than sharing their happiness?
It's a fucked up thing.
It truly in all honesty is.

There are in fact other things,
Things other than drugs that fucks people up.
But it's the main stream thing now.
Indulge in the narcotics that will take you to a place better than reality.
You're all living in a god damn fucked up dream.
Face reality.
Face facts.
Face the people that love you and that you once loved.
I will not stand to be one of you.
I will not stand to fade into the background
and be swallowed up by society and it's mindless influence.

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My Thoughts Are Colourful, Like Paint Splattered on a Blank Canvas