I tasted sorrow, and learned a lesson. Teenage melancholy comprises regret. I watched a rumor help end some ones life. Gossip coaxed the killer to pick up the knife.
We're not what we've done. We're not peoples opinions. We're just victims of puberty, and social anxiety. We want the answers, but never ask the questions. Self-doubt is like a cancer much deadlier than arrogance. We fear the unknown much like we fear ourselves. We can try to dodge discomfort, but then end up overwhelmed. We are self conscious, and lackadaisical. We act malicious just like scared animals. We lather our bodies with trends to fit in. Maybe we've got it all wrong.. Take a break from running, because life isn't a race. Take a break from talking, and start listening. We have influence on everyone around us. Believe it or not, your behavior is contagious.
Cll life is precious, and every action is a privilege. There are so many people who swallow the lies that are fed to them. Stand up to injustice. Gossip is a weapon, and you don't have to use it.