My day, everyday

*I understand the language, I'm not obligated to this, however it is necessary.*

Basically they said if you try stating your own opinion, if you try to be different from anyone else, it won't happen. No matter what, you must be what we want you to be. You don't have a Choice, because we said so, and we are stronger than you. They still control us, no matter what we say. If I had said that, they would have said try again, for them there is only one correct answer… "Ok you are right." It's the world, it's the dammed future we all have in the American working world. I guess you could say that our day of independents just came sooner than everyone else's, and that is why we are justified for it. I told my mom I hated her yesterday, on her birthday, and to come to school and get talked to about things like "not doing my work in math class one day and not participating. To sit and lie to myself in front of a bored of people! Our future is NOT written by our victors!

-------------

Look, you see? That, that is what it looks like. And, it looks like something so big,  something so strong, yet something so small. Look, you see? But you don't see! You don't know how it feels, you don't know shaking, frozen with fear. Waiting, waiting. And when the lights go on you feel dizzy, confused, asleep, yet you are still walking. Look, you see? You see them crying, nuzzled together helpless, unable to fix anything. Then within seconds gone. Gone like a flash of lightning. Look, you see the hands on the clock turning seconds still, but the metal hand spinning and telling you. Today, today, today, today. And, when those lights turn on, whether you can see or not, walk. Walk. And I'll hold your hand.

"I'm Happy"

I wear a mask,

It smiles and grins,

It hides my face,

It has no taste,

I had a face:

It smiled, and frowned;

But now it lies,

Wearing a mask.