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Walls of lies


As I look around I see millions of faces, faces of guilt, faces of anger, and faces of evil. My heart aches as I push throug the day waiting for the sunshine to break through, but it doesn’t. The world is crumbling around me like paper being shot into a trash can and I can’t do anything about it. As I struggle to continue my kind ways I ask myself why I bother why do I even try to be a good person anymore and just as I feel like I’m reaching my breaking point I remember that if everyone gave up on being kind then the world would be an even uglier place then it is now. And while I’m surrounded with these walls of lies I remember that if every Kind soul gave up on being who they are then evil would forever take over.

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