So, I was sitting here with my friend/cousin and we came across this picture on Facebook that I wanted to share with you all. Along with how it Inspired me to write what you are about to read today.
"The Change"
This here is the picture that i was telling you all about. Do you see its inspiring words, right? I love the way it makes you think about how cruel life can be and sometimes you think that you're alone but honestly you're not, cause if you where then you would have probably lost your mind and not be reading this. Just take the time to look out side of your own window of pain and you'll see that there's someone else who is just as you are. Not completely in the same situation but enough to know what your feeling. Who can relate to just as much if not more then what your going threw.
It takes two of the same pain to understand that with pain can become pleasure, with sadness can become happiness, and with hate their can be love. But, if you choose to stand alone then alone shall you stay. But, if you choose to let those who not seek help but seek to help you, then you alone can open those painful doors instead of just sitting within yourself. Not even being able to see the light of day. Then to you i say good luck on your journey for where ever it may take you. I hope that you'll be safe and hopefully some day you will be able to look at me and say, "Hey, I'm here and I'm not in pain but alive on this day to be able to tell you how was my day."
Well this is what this one picture Inspired me to say so i hope you all feel the same. Have a great day and I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed putting it up.
Again with a mask, well I guess it's needed to be worn in this type of place. This type of world where your judge by the cloths on your back by the look on your face by the blood in your vanes. Another to hide behind so no one can see the pain, a pretend smile a smirk on my face to keep those who judge me at bay. My mask is slipping of and the first strike is struck. Straight to my heart it goes I beg and plead for it to stop my heart is weak and can take but so much. So they back, back to where they came but wounds are still their almost as if they where born their. I'm putting my mask back on before I get struck again. What? Oh no I didn't tie it fast enough and now theirs more a group of them standing on he floor. I'm trying to fly away but I'm chained down, I plead and cry but no one here's me the boy behind a mask trying to be like them instead of being like me.
I cant stop laughing its just to funny.
I cant stop laughing its making me Horny.
If i keep laughing i think I'm going to die.
Wait let me take a breath, just a sec to think about something else.
Oh no their it goes again, the laughing the never ending laughing.
This is getting crazy cause i don't know why I'm laughing all i know is I'm just laughing, laughing to the point that i just cant stop laughing.
Now I'm sitting here, but I'm not laughing I'm just writing and telling you about how i couldn't stop laughing.
Woke up today brushed my teeth&washed my face then started this day.
Yup another day to hear everyone complain about this day.
Complain about the way this day is today.
I mean i just don't understand how they can complain about today?
When today is just another day.
Just like today use to be yesterday&yesterday use to be the day before today.
So i tell them on this day to just relax because today is just another day.
Another day to live and run, to relax and have fun.
I'm telling you now while your reading this on this day that today is not just today but today is just another day.
So now that I'm sitting here telling you about today remember that with today comes another day.
So this just popped in my head today, I'm a 25 y/o man with conditions i rather not speak of who lives out in Brooklyn. Of course your thinking (omg hes from bk he's Ghetto, a thief, hood rat) yeah I've hared it all and its funny sorta like this one time i was attending these very important business meetings and it was being hosted by what i thought was a cool rich guy. Now I'm not going to say he was mean it was more of an misunderstanding.... at least that's what i like to tell myself. So going on all they would talk about is ( oh ppl from Brooklyn are lazy they try and put their whole life and short time 0_0) even one told us how he was in the hood he seen it and I'm like 0_0 really is that so, now the part that got me was when he told me how he knew that i was living with my mother and it would explain how i couldn't comprehend with his ways of life. now that one hurt. the most famous one i loved was that we from Brooklyn talked Ghetto and our look was a disgrace but i laughed because every time i went i looked and talked as if i was one of them but when i came back home to Brooklyn, i was just a Ghetto 25y/o Brooklyn guy but when i was in front of them i was wearing a mask.
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