the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I never understood what it meant as a kid, I get it now. Keep the poor man, poor.

Keep the rich man, rich.

Leave the forgotten, forgotten.

Are you proud of yourself big man? You’ve accomplished nothing and no one is proud of you.

But you’re rich, so you got that going for you.

It’s not just in the business world.

No, it’s everywhere.

Somehow implanted in our brains, is the idea to crowd around the famous and run from the homeless.

“I’m so sad that the entire world isn’t happy, I wish for world peace.”

Would you pick up the poor methhead off the street? Or walk faster like the rest of the hypocritical cowards?