Enough

Constantly

all the time

I feel like crying

I've just had enough

enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing

enough of depressing experiences and losses;

friends' houses burning down

death

politics

why can't it be different?

Everything could be so much better if we really tried

if we didn't honor our egos and pride over each other

if we actually desired peace

instead of craving war?

Life could be so different

so much better

for us and others

if we actually tried

if we all actually came together

if we collaborated

instead of starting wars

picking sides

choosing destruction

it's like they say

"don't fight fire with fire"

because it only makes the flames higher

the heat hotter

the cascading loss and misery of the aftermath stronger.

We could do so much more

we just have to stop

and look

and think

and breathe

it's not that hard,

is it?

I am disappointed

astonished

how little everyone knows

how much people rely on fake news

how my classmates don't know that you can be both Jewish and Danish-

Judaism is a religion

being Danish is a nationality-

and it makes me sad

that people will follow others blindly

will chase after people who they look up to

and never stop to look at the facts

before they say crazy, stupid things

or even before they think about how untrue it is

how it hurts others

how the person you're body shaming is right next to you

and how yes, we know that you're trying to be a twit

but no one thinks it's funny when you say that

no one thinks you're cool

so just stop?

Just enough

and I say it once again

because no one can hear me

and no one is changing

and no one is mending anything

and no one is apologizing for their mistakes

sure, you could laugh it off

but you have to apologize to the person that you just hit with a ball

you can't ignore them!

What's up with you people?

Enough!

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