I want to be heard.

Chapter 1

Moo.

by: Apathy_
I want to be heard.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life working in a dead end job for a souless corporation. I don't want to be just another nameless face on the pages of life. I don't want to work to make ends meet, living only for the next payday. I don't want my life to end without me having done the things I've always dreamt of doing, when I've just wasted my life away.
I don't want to have nothing to live for, to spend my life ranting to you guys without doing anything about it. I don't want to die alone in an apartment, living on pension money and tinned food.
I want somthing out of my life, something to live for. And I don't mean I want a load of money, or a big house, or huge cars. I mean I want something of worth. I want a family who loves me for who I am, who I don't have to change for. I want a job that I love and am passionate about. I want to be someone who means something to the world, not someone who spends their lives wondering 'what if.' I don't want to become one of those famous people who are so unhappy with their lives that they end them before they're half done. I want a career, a lasting one, that I adore, and if that costs me the world, then so be it, because I'll be doing what I love, and that's all that matters.
I want to live in peace and harmony, to not have to change who I am to please others. I don't want to live in fear, wondering when the next bombs will be dropped, or will it be my children in the movie theater when the maniac decides to gun them down?
I want my opinions heard, and not just by fifty odd people through the internet who don't know who I am, I want to be heard. Far and wide,I want my name to be on everybodies lips, that girl, the one who speaks her mind and doesn't care what anyone thinks of her for it.
I don't want to live in a world where everyone is too afraid to speak their mind, to let their opinions out, because, after all, opinions are just thoughts. Thoughts cannot be controlled by law, not now, not ever. But people don't seem to understand this, and so they keep their opinions locked up inside them, parched and hungry, banging on the walls, and screaming; "Let me out! I want to be heard! I want to be free! Let me out! Let me out!"
LET ME OUT.
Let me out of this pretend liberty, because what is the point of being 'free' if we're still too scared to let out our feelings? Too scared of what people will think of us, too scared to show them who we really are.
Too scared to show them how we feel.
What kind of liberty is that? Since when is that liberty? Since when is that freedom? If we were really free, we wouldn't be scared. We'd be screaming what we thought from the rooftops, excited about opinions and sharing them with each other. Not afraid to tell, and not criticising.
I dare you; I DARE YOU; to go down to the comments, or make a story. Tell everyone your opinion on something; ANYTHING; that you've been afraid to share. Something that you've kept inside of you, because we all have something. And if someone disrespects you for it, that's their problem not yours, because you were the brave one, you were the coraugeous one. That person is too wrapped up in their little version of reality inside their head, too blind to see that this is what liberty truly means, to be able to say what you want and express how you feel. To not have to hide behind fake smiles. To cry when you're sad. To laugh when you're happy.
I want a lot of things out of life. But most of all; I want to be heard.

~Jenny~ xxxxxxxxxxx

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