3:17 AM thoughts. Also, Sleep deprivation

How I could tell you what it's like
To just snap

To completely just lose all sense of control
Let it out
Make your voice heard
Scream at the top of your lungs every injustice
That you feel
Was just too much to be fair


It's scary

It's addicting.

It makes you feel like you have done something, as opposed to nothing.


The problem is, it doesn't do what you wanted.
That injustice?
That feeling that this is just plain unfair?
It doesn't go away. Not really.
Instead,
they grow.
And even better,
The next injustice strikes deeper, even though it may be less severe in perspective.

Perspective.
That all too clever word
Which completely rattles your "injustice"

Here's what I can tell you about those "injustices"
The odds are
You've got it better off than quite a few others
The odds are
You don't know the whole story
The odds are, even if this is something
worse than what most others are going through
and you do know the whole story...

I've been there.

No, really. You know who I am.
I'm the kid who waited for the bus a few feet away from you last weekend.
Or the one who took your order Tuesday for a burrito.
Sometimes I'm your mother, or father.
And the kicker
I'm almost always the person who made this all unfair to begin with.

I do not believe in shouting it out any more.
I have made one too many mistakes doing so.
(I've been there)
What I do believe in
Is finding one person who will listen to you


Even when you don't say a word.