I Wake up I live, no wait I learn to live. Living is something we're taught, it's no longer comes naturally.Survival of the fittest or the survival of the best taught.

my head still ringing bombarded by peoples beliefs and conforming to their social needs. My Mind's a haze distorted by the world we live in. Following rules one after the other. They tell us to be free while we're forever forced to abide by their rules.They say think outside the box but if you think outside the box you still got to deal with the same crap that was inside the box. and guess what's out side the box.. another box but the difference is now you know you're inside a box you can't get out of and you've just gotta deal with it. You try to be different whilst being guided like cattle. It's a long and narrow road we walk. But Everyone forgets that in the end all roads diverge into one. Ridiculous isn't it. We're all born the same and die the same yet somehow we're all different and are never able to see eye to eye.

They say life is like a box of chocolates so don't be picky with the life you've been given.

Stand up hear me preach. People say they're sorry as an excuse for not properly understanding the situation they're in. They take the easy way out. No one enjoys the struggle but without the struggle is there really a reward ?
The same world we live in is not the same world we all see.

They say the world was created from nothing but does anyone really know what nothing is ?

Confined within a space of perceived tranquillity.
I was happy.
Ignorantly blissful, strolling through life as though I was living a dream.
Not realising that disaster was much closer than I had anticipated.
It had disguised itself, lurking in the shadows, biding its time... waiting to pounce on the slightest waver of ones will and emotions.
Disaster can take many forms in order to lower your guard but once disaster latches on to you, the downward spiral begins.
At first you think you can handle it.
You’re a strong and independent person who's able to see the good and empathise with others in dire situations and help them resolve it.
But this situation will never be resolved and will never have a silver lining.
How can I cope when all his hard work is for nothing and just delays the inevitable next outburst?
How can I enjoy myself when constantly surrounded by impending sadness?
I can only take such a beating before I breaks.
Once I break I can never be fully restored.
I can never forget how something has impacted my life.
Those events have changed me.
Now all I can do is wait, wait to find out if I’ve changed for better or for worse.

Fear manipulates and controls the hearts and minds of people. People are scared to be themselves and conform to whats society wants them to be.

Fear leads you down a path, holding your hand, telling you to stay silent and wallow in misery.

Fear likes to tease you. Allowing you the slightest glimpse of the confident hero you could be, but then pulls a cord round your neck and strangles your voice box until you can't produce the slight sound. stealing what makes you different from everyone else.

Fear takes away your voice and opinion.