Humanity is the only pollution on this earth, the only thing killing this world is us and when we look for true beauty it's so hard to find and we wonder why? For the destruction of our houses and out towers we blame terrorists and bad people but who are we really blaming? Out brothers and sisters? or mother and fathers?
When I finally opened my eyes, I was asked the question of who I think I am and who I want to be when I grow up but I cant define who I am or who I want to be in our society if the world I live in is broken?
How can we grow as people if we can only dream of being accepted?
If life was a statement I would be a full stop. My statement will never be just a sentence or a paragraph but an apostrophe open for interpretation and when the world accepts who I am the story will be clear.