Something underestimated.
It's one million problems,
simplified into one word.
One day, you're alive.
You inhale your first breath of air.
Somewhere in your subconscious,
the symptoms are already developing.
Confusion. Fear. Anxiety.
It's an infection
that can only get worse.
But we ignore the fact that it's there.
nobody realizes what they'll do to feel comfortable.
You were born into a mystery.
You are surrounded by faces,
living beings that breath and think and feel,
just like you.
But you don't actually know them.
They are all closed books,
And it makes you nervous. Itchy.
Uncomfortable.
We try to make sense
of our lack of knowledge.
We want to be reasonable.
We want to be cautious.
And so we judge.
The skin people wear,
the Faith that they stand for,
the land that they come from,
it's all an easy way to judge them.
You group these connections, put them in boxes.
You examine them, as if you really even know,
as if you're some type of god.
We like to believe,
that the color of someones skin
can determine their intelligence.
Or that the clothes that they wear
can determine their self worth.
You feel misunderstood,
yet fail to understand others,
fail to see them as individuals,
rather than another stereotype to box up.
An act of discrimination.
Because of discomfort,
we look for control.
We will do anything
to feel comfortable
With the world that we live in.
We will start a genocide
and kill eleven million people.
We will bomb a country
with innocent woman and children.
We will neglect the blessings
that we've been given,
wipe ourselves off the Earth,
take everybody down with us.
Although we are all equal,
we are all free,
we are all simply alive,
discomfort never goes to sleep.
Spoiler
I'm aware that this has no flow or structure to it! I feel that it wouldn't sound as raw or angry. This was basically a ramble of thoughts, and it can't look too pretty, because the topic is too ugly.
