As I grow, I become more aware of the evils that exist in this world
I reflect upon the mistakes;
the horrible acts committed through past lives
that have tarnished the reputation of many.
As I grow, I become paranoid
this paranoia growing stronger.
My paranoia is fed.
My fear grows.
My anger exceeding all limits.
As I grow, the world becomes increasingly ugly.
I wish to be the beacon of light,
to make the change.
I wish to turn the demented palce back into the beauty it once was.
As I grow, I am only more motivated to be a part of the change.
I wish to be the leader of a sweeping movement,
to finally combat the apathetic minds of my own generation.
As I grow, I will see more darkness
but will continue to fight against it.