Triangle

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. i'm so tired of people telling me that beauty is pain because I've been hurt so many times but yet still I am not beautiful. I fill the paper with mistakes and realize that only privilege people get erasers to erase their mistakes. Erasers made of money and gold, diamonds galore. Do you not realize the people that go to prisons and  jails are not the ones with fame or money they are the ones who are in the depths of despair, grasping reaching, gasping, for hope. The only one that's giving it to them is a negative light. Yet still you wonder why are there gangs why are there cartels why violence? why anger? because hope is far more powerful than fear people do not fear police because they have a hope that they will be saved by that negative light that comes back to stab them in the back but because the negative light is the only thing they know they crawl back to you again and again and again and this is why there's gangs this is why they're cartels. This is why theres school shootings and people dying before they have to. This is the world we live in the people want to ignore All because we can't treat people fair unless there's a wealthy and a poor. The triangle mustn't be broken until there's someone to break it.