Broken

ignorance lies in front of us like black cloths,
trying to cover up the way we see the world.

i've tried to understand the worrying people,
the sadness, the shouts in my generation's faces that we need to do something, that it's all up to us,
that we are the saviors, but really they're just saying that because they want the burden on us. 

the burden of me staying up at night, thinking and internally crying, 
knowing i'm not doing enough. 

the only thing i want to do is enjoy my life,
but how can i when people are thrusting things on me like heavy rocks, and i'm watching as people are hurt by words and self-doubt and pain. 

if i could wish for something? people to be happier. 
when you people look at a crowd, all they are looking for are people who are different,

"look, he looks different than me." 

"she talks different."'

"they're all so different." 

is it too much to ask to look over people without judgement? 

we all like pizza (I mean, I hope so.)
we've all taken warm baths (hopefully with bubbles.)
we've all smiled after crying for so long, and we've all watched the sun rise, and we've all walked along a street so many others have. 

is it so hard not to notice that we have so much in common? 

life may be difficult, but it's harder when we're broken apart.