I hope that our children have a better life than we do.
I hope that they don’t have to live in constant fear of being beaten, *****, or killed.
I hope that they get to live in a world where hate crimes no longer exist.
I hope that they get to live in a world where what’s inside is considered more beautiful than what’s on the outside.
I hope that they get to live in a world where both men and women get equal pay.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they’re praised for being different rather than hiding from who they really are.
I hope that they get to live in a world where justice is served to everyone.
I hope that they get to live in a world where the minorities aren’t constantly facing oppression.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they don’t have to fear a possible nuclear attack by a foreign country.
I hope that they get to live in a world where people who need psychiatric attention aren’t categorized as “mentally insane.”
I hope that they get to live in a world where their government isn’t corrupt.
I hope that they get to live in a world where getting a good education is more of a blessing than an economic burden.
I hope that they get to live in a world where world hunger is not as big of a problem as it is today.
I hope that they get to live in a world where everyone is loved and treated with respect.
I hope that they get to live in a world where suicide rates aren’t as high because people with severe depression or high stress levels are getting proper treatment.
I hope that they get to live in a world where they are able to voice how they feel without fearing that they will be humiliated.

I hope that they get to live in a much more improved and accepting world than the one that we currently live in.

It always amazes me
how gullible some people can be.
For they never take the time to try and see
just what the heck is going on with me.
They never take the time to realize
that all of my pain is hidden in my eyes.
Nor does it ever come to their minds that those tears  of “joy" are actually tears of sorrow.

I’ve masked my pain for too long!
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on!
All I think about now is how much I long for that release,
by which people refer to as only something done by those who are weak.

They don’t understand how at ease it makes some of us feel
to cut ourselves and watch ourselves bleed.
They don’t understand that for some of us it feels good to do so
because it feels like we are ridding ourselves of our burdens.

I’ve masked my pain for so long
that it's getting to the point where I'm about to lose hope.
Yet there is a very faint voice inside my head
that tells me that someone in this world full of shades of gray,
that doesn't believe in my falsified bliss
and that they're coming to my rescue.

I really want this to be true,
so that my life will no longer be so blue.

I want to get rid of all of the lies
and say goodbye to this mask once and for all!