Dear Agony, Rose Petals and White Insanity

There is something wrong with this world. I am sure of it now, having looked at my piers at school, and the people on the streets. We are merely cogs in the system, mechanical to the point of loosing ourselves. What are we but butterflies pinned down on a cork board, being looked at by the higher ups of the world. They watch as the children struggle against their pins, teens ripping themselves apart, and adults dead to the world. They watch us for the beautiful ones, that flicker in the light, and if we pass their tests and their riddles, they take out our pins.

But you've spent so long pinned down, when you have a chance to fly and save your own kind, you don't do that. You just do what they tell you to, because that's what they do.

I say that change the color of the world, that we save the dying butterflies, and stop the teens from killing themselves inside out. We are loosing our humanity, and all I can smell on the wind is foul air.

Lets fix our world, instead of mindlessly working away

Beileve
Love
Cry
Laugh
Dance
Sing
Have Emotions again.

Let us raise our heads to the rising dawn, and stand united as a Quiet Rebellion.