We Are All Broken Statues

   We live in a crazy world, always have, always will...
   But it seems like things around us make less and less sense. People around us get more and more complicated, more distant. You can never guess what the answer to a random question can be. You can never expect what reaction or action you will get from someone, whether that person is a stranger or an old friend. The simple contact between people is different. For some reason we have turned into this metallic boxes full of negative energy and we are just waiting for the right time or for some excuse to open up the box and let all that negative energy flow outside, hurting us and the ones around us.

    Smile has lost its meaning and became just a tool for moving forward. Tears are not even taken seriously anymore, they are everywhere and you can not separate fake ones from the real tears. Happiness is a secret that should be kept far away, it's a secret that should be hidden so that nobody finds it. Your own happiness becomes a flag people attack, while the happiness of others turns into a flag for ourselves, a flag that locates the territory that should be destroyed. We turn each other into monsters who know nothing else but to fight. Fight for what? For more battle, nothing else...

    Since when we became strangers leaving in cages? Since when we decided to put locks everywhere? We are closing ourselves to everyone, locking our feelings even from ourselves. We are like stone statues that so strong outside but broken inside, one way or another.

   This crazy world... We live in a time where politeness is considered weakness, where wise are considered naive and the ones who are loud are the winners. We leave in a time where observers get kicked out of the game, where the smartest get lost in people's stupidity and become the stupidest themselves. Our world is controlled by the wild crowds, while the leaders' voices are lost among the noise of those crowds.

   And after all this there are still those few courageous ones that try to do something good for the others. But what do they get in result? People take whatever they offer and just run away and then laugh behind the courageous ones backs, and they laugh and laugh and laugh...
   They are not considered nice or kind for them, for the crowd they are just stupid and naive people that gave them whatever they needed. For the crowd it was just a smart deal they made. Poor brave ones... Poor brave ones... They are left with nothing but disappointment that is hanging in front of their door and silently screaming. They are left with nothing but the sound of footsteps of the running crowds, the proud crowds that keep laughing... and laughing...
  If only they knew that they are laughing at themselves...

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