I wake up in the morning to the almost defening sound of the alarm clock. I roll over and begin to get ready for school. I leave just in time to finsih my breakfast as I walk to the bus stop. I walk on and sit next to some sensless being, decaying day by day as a result of the "mono-tone" rutine preformed that day, and everyone before that. I step outside still dazed in wondor from my late night of computer programing and the unconscious state of mind that the video games have implanted as an almost permanent alternative reality. I walk down the street and view the breaking society of our community and wondor how it's all held together. I look through the halls to find the fastest way to my locker without having to deal with the annoyance of other humans as I try to shake my (still) unconscious state of mind. I look thrugh the halls and see the people with their lack of morallity and common sense. I see my peers in emotional distress. I see my teachers, our authority, standing with no respect from the people they're attemptimg to teach. I watch as our societies judgemental ways push people out, shut them down, "feed then dirt". I watch as the outcasts stand alone. I make it through the day hoping to stay awake. Finally it's over. I walk outside, back into the decay of our horrid society. I breathe in the sickening air and watch my careless senseless fellow students walk by with no care. I get home and go into trnace sitting on my bed. I wondor if I'm the only one that can see the decay, the only one who can see society crumble. I attempt to see a reason to wake in the morning, I attempt to see a point in going through the "mono-tone" routine day after day. I wondor why or if I'm alive. Then I realize; I am the youth, We are the youth, the future, the next generation, the approaching society. We are the future. Shit, we're screwed.
Reason for writing:
Well, I almost have a hatred toward society and it's ideals, so I figured I'd write about it.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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