Why do we ask for discounts
  from small businesses of
    aspiring people
  but flaunt about the price tags
of designer clothes?

Why do we celebrate the pain of
  hit sad songs but not those
    troubled people
  who wrote them
and their real stories?

Why do we hesitate to show
  our feelings towards our
    favorite people
  and resort to wasting
precious time away?

Why do we subject to our own
  beliefs and constructions the
    boundless people
  and be always ready
to judge and bring them down?

Why can't we be the kind who
  makes this world bearable to
    all kinds of people?