It's a shame, really it is. 

Speaking your mind is encouraged to an extent,

Everyone else would rather sign a covenent with some sort of evil instead of hearing the truth we speak.

Or seeing the truth we seek.

It doesn't have to be religion.

It's just a belief that no one else believes in.

Hear a whisper about a topic, it's hushed and careful, but no one can stop it.

But everyone wants to avoid conflict. Or maybe that's just me. The world loves conflict.

So dispassionately passionate. 

Is there really a right or wrong?

I guess so, because every one tells me something is wrong with me.

But I suppose that's just their opinion.

I speak some sort of belief that no one else believes in.

Too many opinions, too many words, not enough action, and not enough self-worth, so they say.

I'm just talking here.

You're so negative, they say to me. But is it truly negative to be free of this societal opinion?

Are they afraid of my words?

I guess so since they try so hard to shut me up.

Then I start thinking of others like me, who want to be able to solve the world with a bit of words.

Do they see what I mean?

How hypocritical of me. I want to be orginal and lone to my unique thoughts, yet I seek for thoughts from people just like me.

I sought for people just like me.

So many others do the same. This is bigger than they think.

How many times will we feel alone?

Too many times to count.

We're so afraid of the next time we feel it, we drown ourselves in whatever makes happiness last a littler longer.

Just a little longer.

They tell me I'm negative.

Just live life. How can I live life?

How can I when the world's gone crazy?

Is there really such a thing as truly alive?

The world's gone crazy trying to find that answer. 

They scream, I'm right because they want their own order,

This world's insanity over and over. 

But no one trys a different tactic.

That's when I'm the crazy one, and I'm the one lacking,

Laching onto an answer that no one else is willing to try.

Why must we change in order to change the world?

It  can take one person to change it.

I'm not so passionately dispassionate.

A few words have given me a mile. Maybe mine can give others a little while longer.

Is it too wrong to give a different opinion? I swear, I need out of being a minion. 

Yet my words have joined in the insanity. 

A vocal jargon of all of these pent up memories, and I've lost my answer along the way.