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How we are made to feel
Contributed by
Lauranhyde
on
Friday, 8th June 2018 @ 12:25:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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In a world of competition, anger, greed, shallowness and confusion we try to find where we stand amongst it all.
We are labeled, stereotyped, we are told by others who we are.
We try so hard to fit in, but what are really really fitting into.
We want happiness, what is happiness ? Who are we to define what these words represent.
Watching videos and reading up on how to become happy, the rules to happiness. Who says thats what happiness is.
We fall into a depression based on the things we dont have, never focusing on what we do.
We are the cause of our own mind telling us we are in depression.
We base our emotions on what we see on social media, online, in magazines or on tv.
What our friends did over the weekend compared to ours.
Who said that sipping cocktails on a yacht in the Greek islands was better then sitting at home with a pizza playing video games.
We follow travel Instagram accounts that we envy wishing that was us. Wondering how to be in that position. Following celebrities because the life looks so glamours and amazing. Because they look more exciting then our own. People have more awerness on Kim bloody Kardashian then the fact that our oceans full of plastic killing animals daily.
We have money, but want more.
We have food in the cupboards, yet we say theres no food or that we are hungry.
People are ashamed of their houses because theyre smaller then their friends.
Everythings a competition.
Always fighting for the higher spot.
Were human, weve been brought up thinking that more is always better.
People to afraid to talk to other people.
We are judge by appearance, not by who we are inside.
We are judge on colour of our skin, clothes, career choice, appearance, body markings, hair cuts and height.
I for one wish I was judged by who I am inside.
I may be extremely tall- that does not mean I play basketball this is a judgement that is purely based on something people have become to think that its a tall person sport.
What about the shorter girl whos dream is to be a basketball player, shes training day in day out, Are you going to tell that girl shes too short and to give up.
What about the models thats 7kgs over that refuses to loose weight and under 165cm are you going to tell her to give up, tell her shes too fat and too short. We have so much awareness on womans domestic violence, what about the men. What about the men who deal with the violence of woman on a daily base. We live in a world where a womans word is more then a mans when it comes to abuse. How about the woman only gyms.... where are the men only gyms. Who says men dont feel intimidated by women. We live in a world where we fight for equal rights. Whats equal about me living in a house covered by a roof, to the people who live under a bag of plastic under the stars. We put restrictions and images on everything and have created a world full of hate, labels, and mental health issues.
We are judged by the swipe of a finger left or right, how many likes on a photo or how we dress. Not on who we are, but what we look like.
Friends telling me they never thought Id talk to them. When asked why, the response girls like you, dont talk to people like me. This is not a compliment. This is an insult.
I dont care who you are, what youre into. If youre nice to me Ill be nice to you.
No one should ever feel ugly enough that they cant talk to another person because theyre afraid that person is prettier.
My look doesnt tell you Im a huge nerd does it, it doesnt tell you that I have a Batman & doughnut obsession, that i enjoy punk, rock and old 00s music, it doesnt tell you that I enjoy playing video games and reading comics, that I love drawing and writing poetry and other random stuff.
Crying in the mirror because we dont have the ass that we think guys want, or the abs we think girls want.
Theres a saying youre either a beauty or a brain. Who says you cant be both.
Ive never been one to open up, to let people in.
My emotions are a sesntive, Im pretty open about not liking the world though.
I hate how we are. I hate that nothing changes.
There will always be another bullying sign but no end to bullying, another charity for the homeless- but still always a homeless person, another bottle of plastic -another sea creature dead, its a endless cycle of humans creating issue after issue. We are the creators of our own destiny, we are the destroyers of our world.
We give up to easily. Something breaks we get a new one, mobile smashed? No worries new ones on its way, plates smashed? Go buy a new set, relationship? Go find a new love. We stopped fixing things and started just getting new ones.
Whens enough?
Whats enough?
Whos enough?
We lay awake the nights theres too much on our minds. Eyes just wanting to close, but your mind taking control. You just want to forget it all, you cant.
The more you think, the deeper you get.
This is the part of you that no one knows.
Sometimes you wish you could say something. You wish you could ask for help. Youre afraid.
Afraid that your problems are stupid. That you dont want to bother anyone with them. That everyone has issues, they dont need anymore put on them.
You need help, you know you do. Youre afraid, afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of opening up again only to be broken all over. To let someone in only for them too to leave.
You want to seem strong, fine, okay.
Youre not. You sit in your head daily, no one knows any different. You go home, it gets harder, youre alone in your room. Its quite. The thoughts come back.
How did I get here. Why arent I happy. Im not good enough. I want to be alone. I also want to be loved. The mind conflicting everything in your head. Afraid to let people in. The mind is a weapon. It will destroy you if you let it.
Everyone always asks how are you?
But no one ever asks are you happy?
We may live in a world where we are too afraid to give the real answer. We are made to think that life is supposed to be happy. I think life is supposed to be lived.
What you have in life doesnt define who you are, it doesnt make you anymore or less of a person. The most giving could be the poorest.
Everyones scared of something. In the end we are our own greatest fears.
Copyright ©
Lauranhyde
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2018-06-08 00:25:13]
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Re: How we are made to feel
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by JamesStockdale on
Friday, 8th June 2018 @ 09:58:35 PM AEST
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Trying to be an individual in this world today is so hard. Just forty years ago if you had talent most in your town knew it.
I don/'/t suffer the ills of social media. I ran forums since the mid 90/'/s and I seen first hand what a circus they are.
What people think of me is none of my business.
Beautiful write. God Bless! |
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Re: How we are made to feel
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by speedy on
Saturday, 9th June 2018 @ 01:38:34 AM AEST
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You are so right! So many people judge others; I/'/ve experienced it myself. We are who we are. It takes time to learn the people we are on the inside and few want to take the time. If everyone took the time to learn about what others were like on the inside, the world would be a much happier place.
Great write!
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Re: How we are made to feel
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by unknown_utopia on
Sunday, 17th June 2018 @ 05:02:09 AM AEST
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Living the life is a trip for sure
you just gotta hang on
and be ready to pay when you get to the toll booth.... |
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