The Truth About Society

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you"     ~Maya Angelou

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Till It Happens To YOU!

Here’s one ugly truth about society...we love to judge. 

Maybe social media is to blame, but for some reason people feel the need to shame someone else without taking the time to consider what really happened. My favourite comments are the “what I would have done in that situation” arguments. And many people feel justified when saying this. But really it’s all just talk. How the hell could you know? You don’t know how the shock will affect you and I hope to god that you are never put into a situation where you have to put your “superpowers” put to the test. Like Lady Gaga put it: Till you’re standing in my shoes, I don’t wanna hear nothing from you! Cause you don’t know.

You don’t even know the full scenario of what actually happened. You know as much as the media has told you and since they have absolutely nothing to go off of, they’ve spun it into some giant tale of mystery. Because that is what the news does. I didn't want to believe it until I witnessed it first hand. But I have witnessed reporters give biased news stories while spinning whatever footage they find into some dramatic tale. 

If it seriously makes you feel better to slander someone’s reputation based off of a vague news article on Facebook then I hope you never have to be on the flip side of that article. Because while you type away those insults on your keyboard, someone else is living the worst hell imaginable. Someone out there has just lost their child and their home, so think about that. 

Maybe if society banded together instead of turning on one another, the world would be a little less scary to live in. This mommy shaming needs to end! All this shaming needs to end!

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A Poem For A Lost Boy

In an instant you were taken today Your time cut shorter than it should Now you are flying farther away Then we ever thought you would

But I’ll see you in the rain And remember how you cried And although sometimes you were a pain I know you always tried

I’ll remember how you’d snort And hide under your blanket Whenever I wore a tank top and shorts And you’d ask why I’m always naked

Now you get to be a hero Protecting us like your Super Bear And even when the clock strikes zero I know you’re always there

I know that you’re patrolling us Just like the show that you adored And I know you’re out there making a fuss Just try not to go overboard

I hope that you met Peter Pan And he carried you to places untold Off to Never Never Land Where little boys cannot grow old

And though the sun is shining bright I wish all of this was untrue But when I look at that star to the right I’ll always be thinking of you

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It has to get better. The way we treat each other and look out for each other. It has to get better somehow.

Clay (13 reasons why)

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the truth

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This is really important!! Something you think is nothing or “just a joke” can be destroying to a person who is already carrying the weight of the world. Instead of adding to their load, why don’t you help them carry it? Or at least offer to make it a little lighter.

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Today...

Today I feel as if I’m floating But my body still breathes life And I’m the only one who’s noticing

I don’t know why I feel this way There’s no reason for it At least I can’t think of one today

Maybe it’s because death played a cruel trick He surprised everyone And now I’m left wondering who else he’ll pick

Or maybe it’s because my sister is dying Not that anyone bothers to see And I seem to be the only one trying

Maybe it’s because today it decided to rain And the dark gloomy sky Reminded me of everything that causes me pain

So today I feel distant I am rotting inside While pretending that my eyes aren’t vacant And my smile isn’t a lie

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Rogue One (2016)

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So does respect

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You Only Made Me Stronger

Why do some people feel the need to belittle someone to make themselves feel better? If it really brings you, as an adult, joy to call a 7 year old or anyone that much younger than you a bitch (let alone your own child) then what does that say about you? Sorry if I don't stand aside and watch another child feel as though they are worthless just because you need someone to lash out at. So do not mistake me for that timid child i was when we first met. By trying to push me down, you only succeeded in making me stronger. So no, I won't "stop talking back" and I won't kneel before you and kiss your feet. Respect has to be earned...it will not ve given out of fear.

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People are Boycotting Beauty and the Beast?

I find it truly ridiculous that there are actually people in this world who are boycotting the new Beauty and the Beast because of a gay character. I think it adds to the original story about intolerance. 

If you look closely, every good character in the story is criticized because they don’t meet society’s standards. Belle was treated as strange by the entire village because she was a woman who liked to read. The Beast was seen as a monster because of his looks. Belle’s father was about to be sent to an asylum for being a little too eccentric. They were all treated unjustly, but it was clear what the cause was.

LeFou was different. 

He was mistreated by Gaston and the rest, but there was no clear reason as to why. “Making him gay” or even questioning his sexuality (because I believe that was the true intention), builds the character and highlights the main theme of the story. 

If you actually did some research, you would know that the original Disney tale was heavily influenced by their lead lyricist, Howard Ashman; an openly gay man who died of AIDs shortly after the film’s first screening. It was his idea to make Beast one of the two central characters for that reason. 

“Specifically for him it was a metaphor for AIDS. He was cursed and this curse had brought sorrow on all those people who loved him and maybe there was a chance for a miracle and a way for the curse to be lifted. It was a very concrete thing that he was doing,” said Bill Condon (director of the live action). 

This was a beautiful tribute to a man who filled many of our childhoods with wonderful music. Please stop ruining it. 

[existential-words]

I promise I’m not trying to be rude I promise I’m not ignoring you I promise I do actually like you I may come off the wrong way But it’s not my intention I don’t enjoy small talk I love insightful conversation No, I’m not actually funny, I’m literally just stating what I see Please don’t ignore me because I’m too nervous to ever text first If you put the time into me I’ll put the time into you

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If only people could see us for who we truly are...

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It’s Not Us That Needs To Change...

When I was a child, I had never heard about depression or anxiety. It was unheard of or extremely rare for someone at 13 to be suffering from either illness. Now I know too many people to count that have fallen so deeply into the a pit of depression that they feel as if there is no way out. They would rather die than continue wandering aimlessly through the never-ending darkness. It speaks volumes about the world we live in today. 

Never before would I ever have thought that I would be sitting in front of a girl I had known for years, with so much disappointment in my heart that she turned away from my little sister when she was at the worst stage of depression…only to realize that this girl was standing on that ledge right beside her. Two teenage girls who could no longer handle the pressure of their parents’ divorces, their schools, their shitty friends, the fighting and the feeling that everyone would be better of without them. I was dumbfounded.

I was even more saddened by the fact that I had been going through the same thing. I was too cowardly to put thoughts to actions, but I was beginning to know the feeling of little to no motivation. A loss of self in a sense. Things I enjoyed became chores that weighed heavily on my shoulders. Most days, I just wanted to sleep, but then my mind would overanalyze and I’d become to paranoid to skip class. I would wake up every morning and stare at the ceiling, wondering what life would be like if time stood still. Even for just a moment. If everything could just pause and I could finally breathe again. Maybe then I’d find myself again. Find the girl who was so enthusiastic about everything. 

But it’s difficult to find yourself in a world where people constantly judge and belittle every move you make. If you’re depressed, you’re called lazy. If you have anxiety, you’re weak. If you’re gay, you’re just confused. I don’t think people understand that when a person’s feelings aren’t validated…they shut down. And then when they blow up, they’re told they need anger management. How do we expect our young people to open up to someone if they cannot speak without stones being thrown at them?

It’s not us that needs to change, it’s society. 

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Society believes anger should be controlled...but there's a fine line between control and caging it in like an animal. Animals tend to fight back and depending on how long it's been locked away, you may not recognize it once it's free.

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“Broken” Family,

It’s funny how society only calls a family “broken” after the divorce. As if everything was fine up until the marriage certificate was ripped in two. 

My family was broken well before my sister and I entered the world; my parents had simply adapted to living in denial. But, we could see it. We could hear it almost every night for years leading up to the “break”. 

We thought it was normal in marriage to yell at one’s spouse through all hours of the night, calling each other names and never wanting to be around each other. We mimicked it. For years, I blamed my parents for the reason my sister and I nearly killed on another in our youth. We had learned that the best way to solve a problem...was to yell. 

The day we discovered that it wasn’t normal for a father to sleep all day and for a mother to blow up over the smallest infraction was the day our family “broke” apart. I guess society only sees those instances as the little cracks in what was a once solid relationship. However, you can’t fix what was never whole, no matter how hard you try. 

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We Are All Liars,

I think the most common lie told by society is, “I’m fine”. It has become a cosmic pattern that whenever those two words are spoken, the opposite is always true. So, why do we bother? Why do we paint smiles on our faces and act as if everything is perfectly alright? Why do we lie to the ones we care about and who care about us? Why not tell them the truth? 

Maybe it’s because we’re afraid that they will turn their backs on us if we do. Or if we told them the truth, then we would be opening up a realm of new questions and with it, answers that we’re not truly ready to discuss. We would have to explain why it has become so difficult to get out of bed in the morning, why our motivation is slowly burning out and why we feel as though the world is suffocating us each and every day. Or maybe it’s because we don’t know the answer ourselves. We are so far gone that the feeling of exhaustion and depression has become part of our personality. 

So, we stay silent. We lie. We say “I’m fine” and either the other person will get the message and drop the subject or continue to push until our barriers break apart and come crashing down on the world around us. We have all gone through it, myself included. I have feigned a smile so many times that I can no longer distinguished what is fake and what is genuine. It has become second nature to me. 

Only those I trust will ever see me without my mask. Will see my true self hiding behind the roles I play. I guess you could say I am an actress in a sense. And if so, then I have been an actress all my life. But now my smile is becoming almost too heavy to carry and I turn to writing these hidden feelings down in order to maintain my sense of reality. I am not indestructible. I am not a god. I am merely a mortal girl that life enjoys tormenting. I am liar…a pretender…but here, I can be myself.