but you can't hide

in the real world,
there are ugly things.
there are raised voices, people immersed in anger and vengeful hearts, unnecessary rude comments, unnecessary violence. there are people who are so drowned in emotions that they don't have a direct control of their minds. people want things to be in black and white, they're afraid of being lied to, of being taken advantage of. everyone wants to receive more than they give. there wouldn't be a need of barristers and court cases if people were calm and sensible enough to think things over. is it really necessary to hold on to this anger and not let go until you've made the other person feel bad too? will you really feel better after that? really? but for how long?
i dont understand. is there really a need to raise your voices? do you really plan on living the rest of your life in suspicion and distrust of everyone else? do you really reckon you are right, and everyone else is wrong? why such stuck-up attitudes? why do i smile at you, but not get a smile back? do you not see my smile as an innocent gift, hoping to do nothing but light up your day? do you take it as a masquerade with darker intentions underneath?
well let me tell you, maybe sometimes, amongst all the people who are influenced and dirtied by this society trend, there are a few people who remain to be good hearted, with pure intentions, and who still carry and fight for the dreams of a child - still believing that the world can be a beautiful place.

so please stop doing this to each other. your inability to see the beauty makes me cry. the way you plot against each other makes me cry. the way you've left blissful childhood so far back and buried it so deep down - it makes me cry. please, please let go. i hope you could see peace, and that life is short. too short to be angry, too short to have so many expectations of other people, too short to hate.
if you think that nobody loves you, let me tell you that I, for one, loves you. So approach me and i'll gladly hold you. until you see that everything was just the way it was when you were five, and happy.